Over my Head

Over my head
Are creatures of freedom
My emotions have dried like a desert
I can’t feel their wings
Tied with the chains in this world
Tied with greed, Tied with desires

I know, I see the sky
But still admire the human waste
I know,.I see the freedom
But still seek the slavery of insignificant monarchs
My heart and mind
Are on two different paths
And I am stuck between
Slavery and freedom

Over my head
Actually
I see the contrast in me between two lines

Apocalypse

A great piece!

Life is Poetry

The oceans are boiling and the

skies are on fire.

This is the beginning of the end,

the final movement to the societal symphony.


We, the priveleged few,

enjoy closing our eyes to the apocalypse.

After all, we’ll burn later,

albeit not by the fires of this Earth.


You will burn, oh foolish ones,

and you will simmer.

For ignoring the dying cries of the masses,

the fires blaze for you.


As I walk through the wastelands,

the wilds beyond the domed cities of austerity,

my throat still burns, despite the efforts

of a pathetic, though determined gas mask.


I march through a naked forest,

stripped bare by the hot lash of the wind.

Birds periodically fall out of the sky,

their eyes burst from their boiling blood.


I see an endless field of corpses.

The end of the world does not discriminate.

I see babies, cradled by their mothers

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Poem without A Poet

O poet!
You are known to play with the words
But, I am not the one
I write them as they are
I write tears as tears
I write pain as pain
I write them as they are

O poet!
Could you play with my words
And change their meaning
So that,
What I always saw in my Valley
Would remain hidden in my lines
Making them also a poem
But not written by a poet

THE FIGHT

If my fall is your rise
Take me to the cliff of highest mountain
But do you have the strength to climb
As I have already gathered it
Not only to climb but also to fall
Who says oceans are without borders
They are afraid even to cross the river
The one sailing in the oceans
Already has land in the eyes
If my death is your life
Then take even my days
But how would you live
Without the significance of death
Who says thirsty deserts are harsh
They are afraid to come out in the sun
The one travelling in the deserts
Already has breeze in the heart
If my failure is your success
Then take a step to earn it
But how would you succeed
Without knowing what failure means

Have You Left?

Would we be heard?
No, is the answer
Humanity is abused everyday
Still humans are helpless
Among all the abuses from east to west
Who will listen to Kashmir?
May be, they open the pages of history
But, who is there to unfold our emotions?
Who will listen to syria?
Who will listen to palestine?
Who will listen to all war torn lands?
Will they remain a place and date on pages
And for ages to come
Why this war? Why this unrest?
Why can’t we humans uphold humanity?
Why this inequality? Why this disparity?
Why I see blood flowing in my valley?
Why I see tears in the eyes of mothers?
Why I see half widows, waiting and searching?
But, no one answers me
Are these the forgotten questions?
Or are we in the acceptance for it to be?
Where is voice of counciousness?
Where is passion for justice?
Where is the revolution in us?
Where is the revolt against tyranny?
Where is the dream of peace?
Answer me!
If you can’t
You have left humanity



Soldiers of Revolution


Known to them was that revolution has sharp thorns
Being audacious, carried it on their shoulders
Sacrificial blood would also had passed by their eyes
But hope of emerging flower after revolution kept them alive

Their nights in battle fields never let them to sleep
With a dream of revolution in their luminous eyes
Forgetful of their pain, kept surviving with deep motivation
Having the passion, to turn tears into pearls

Every drop of their blood has made the land fertile
For those to come, building walls of legacy on them
Sacrifice was something they understood with true meaning
Kept doing all their lives for protecting those buds to come

Smelling a scent of their blood, filled with spiritual passion
Breaking the shackles that kept my heart tied so long
Their utmost struggle is the drive for our struggle
God has kept rising the tyrants only for their great falls

It will Remain…

Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far
It’s stories has distances in them
But hearts feel the presence
It merges day in dreams
And night in thoughts
Adorns every season with its charm
Be it winter, be it summer
Be it autumn, be it spring
It is not a choice
It just happens
It is love
Not a decision

Embellished by both
Words and silence
Recreates emotions
Recreates passion
Gifts both
Tears and smile
Love is the reason, why
life is beautiful

Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far

Who Am I?

Undeniable, unstoppable
Unbreakable, unsolvable
Unshakable, unchallengeable
Undisputed, unopposed
Unbeatable, undesirable
A mystery and will always remain
Beyond the walls of space and time
Never gives up on anyone
Never forgets to come
At the appointed time
Harsh for the wicked
Easy for the pious
Unaddressed it knocks on the door of life
And says, “I am death”

KASHMIR WILL REMAIN OURS

You may have conquered our lands
But not the skies
we have learned to fly
Because we see falcons in the dreams

You could cut our tongues
But we will write with our blood
Our morale is bigger than your tyranny
You kill, and we are proud to die

See our eyes, you will see your fall
When we see yours, we see our rise
We both will remain the character in the book of Kashmir
Alas! You will be read as the antonym of humanity

The apple orchads will remain ours
The Dal and Wular lake will remain ours
The struggle will remain ours
Our Kashmir will remain ours

I Wish to Revisit…#Kashmir

I wish that one day
Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples
I could also revisit these days
In the left memories
A tale inside worth to tell
How we lived in the Caged Kashmir?
When homes were made prisons
and the freedom of children was snatched
We all stood looking at each other’s faces
Witnessing the pain, grief, and anguish
In a moment of time
All became the same
Victims of destroyed identify
A prison worth seeing
The stories worth listening
All had a painful ending
Loss and loss only
The apple season became seasonless
As they appeared pale to the red-blooded eyes
Devoid of sleep
Devoid of dreams
Filled with unseen tears
O God, that fear!
What would happen in the days to come?
Would our existence cease to exist?
What would happen to our race?
What would happen to our homes and land?
Questions left for the destiny to answer
And we were left waiting for the freedom
Our rights became sole of the shoes
Humanity became the graveyard for deads
But we rose, we fought
We cried, we suffered
We lived, we died
We struggled all those days
In hope of rays of sunshine
Hope to prove that truths live the ages
Lies die with its creators

I wish that one day
Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples
I could also revisit these days