FMC club, quiet, soft Dim, tipsy You Your mute company Drinking Four hours Looks, talk, seeing As strangers. Still you entered And ensconced In my mind. Is it proper That you spray thus Your presence In somebody else’s Mind?
I always wanted to write. My friends' encouragement led me to write and publish. I owe a lot to them. Writing gives me tremendous satisfaction, as I am able to express myself better in this form.
My pen-name is a curious amalgam of two names: Ali and Ashesh. In 1994, I attended a devotional quawwali concert, dressed in a long jacket and a fur cap. That prompted the revered host to remark that I resembled Nawab Ali Ahmed Khan. I took that as a compliment and a blessing. In the same year, later, I attended a programme during which my facilitator said that it was rebirth for me and he would give me the name Ashesh meaning without keeping anything back. The poems that I wrote in that period were published under the name Aliashesh. It is with this name that all my subsequent poetry is published.
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