A
recollection of broken dreams, memories, and lost love invigorates the
imagination of this young poet from Pakistan. Hamza Hassan Sheikh’s Museum of Reminiscence, dedicated to the
Indian Poet R.K Singh, lures on love petrified with time and the emotions of a young
wannabe poet.
The
collection brings together 60 poems that can be grouped into six segments, and
each segment¸ except the last, ends with a Quatrain, that encapsulates the main
theme of the poem. While the first
segment of twelve poems, mostly on the theme of passionate love, lust, and
despair, begins with a Requiem on the death of his beloved/lover “Who left him
alone in a time so brief” (14), the
second segment, consisting of thirteen poems, closes with a Madrigal in a pensive
mood. The twelve poems in the third segment recollect the various moments of
life and the changing faces of love. In the fourth segment, consisting of nine
poems, we see the poet wandering in search of solitude. He echoes: “Shadows are
my companion” (76). His “heart soliloquizes/And becomes serene” and he tries to
be at peace with himself. The fifth segment, comprising of five poems, traces the growth of “An infant in
cradle” to “The lad into youth” and the maturing of “The youth into man” and “Then
man into old man.” This segment also includes a poem on Valentine’s Day,
bewailing : “Love which took birth/ Last valentine/ Withered and betrayed”
(93). The last segment consisting of four poems expresses dismay at the sight
of the ‘Future Generation’ “With long teeth” and where “humanity danced nakedly/On
the reddish land.” This segment also
includes a Rondeux poem.
The
Quatrains at the end of each segment encapsulate the changing faces of love. In
the first quatrain, suggesting optimism and hope, the elated with the newly
discovered love, echoes, “Her face is like an open book/ You understand all,
once you look” (31). On the other hand, the quatrain at the end of the second
segment shows a dejected poet who laments: “Leaves have dropped, autumn has
come, / Didn’t she come for a moment or so” (51). The third quatrain shows a
precarious poet. The quatrains at the end of the fourth and the fifth segment show
a discouraged poet who shelters himself in solitude and reconciles, “But it’s
all matter of the bad fate” (99).
The
paradox between joys passing away and its results will enlighten the readers of
Hassan Sheikh’s Ghazals. The quatrain/maqta at the end of each segment stirs
the poetic emotion and illuminates even the ordinary reader.
.
Hassan
Sheikh effectively uses couplets to talk of shaking relations. While moon, and eyes --“Home of emotions”
(27) are the recurring images in the first segment, desert, torn and muddy
clothes, gloomy grave-yard, and fog instill the poetic emotion in other parts.
Hamza
Hassan Sheikh’s Museum of Reminiscence
is a realization that the path of love is full of thorns and difficulties, and
recalls the saga of failures, the plight of “The man just defeated by irony of
fate” (38). He also pens a poem on
Alexander who loved to conquer the world, and another to Hawks of Air who
“dance around death, with a roar,/ Also the guardian of the shore. In yet
another poem, PEACE is postulated as an entity that conceives in
contented hearts. Museum of Reminiscence will interest and
convey the message that love beckons “every moment” but life has “to pass with
sighs and cry” (102), to all sections of the society.
Influenced
by contemporary Urdu poetry, Hassan Sheikh experiments and composes Ghazals (in
English) with ash’aar in which each couplet is independent of the other. The poet demonstrates the typical romantic
mood and temperament of love poetry, which is understandable, given his young
age. The multiple
layers of meaning, the social and political milieu that underlie his verses are not difficult to comprehend, but his ghazals are
easy on the ear and mind. He demonstrates a strong sense of rhythm
and honesty of feeling, despite
occasional sense of disappointment:
On
that day
For
the first time
I
hated a person Who
was I. (26).
Hamza Hassan Sheikh is
a strong emerging voice in poetry from Pakistan and we should expect more
matured verses from him in days to come.
Dr. Aju Aravind
Assistant Professor, Department of Humanities and Social
Sciences, Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad 826004.
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