I Protest

You made me to come out of my home
Telling me that I don’t belong here anymore
I lived here for ages
Now have to prove that on pages
I protest
I protest against your might
Your lies, suppression and suffocation
You barricaded my ways
When I was about to say, you shut the voice
When I came out, you fired on my eyes
And your screens showed the lies
I protest
I protest against your hypocrisy
Your deception, tyranny and regime
When I held the truth in my hand
Your destroyed my institute
You tore the books, you broke my bones
We were students, you made us hostages
I protest
I protest against you rule
Your hate, ideology and division
You can build the walls of separation
We too are born in this revolution
You can name us whatever you want
We will rise as your nightmares
Your can use your force, we are standing to see
You can shoot at our protests, we are standing to see
Times will turn and you will stand to see
On your knees you will surrender my rights
The world will see, till then
I protest

Fight to live Together

Wars, riots and hatred
Do they have place among us?
But it is a tragedy to live with them
Inhaling the smoke spread around us
When hearts are burning with hate
Then why faces need to pretend peace loving?
Why are we dying? Why are we killing?
I wonder, are we supposed to call ourselves humans?

If hate is the problem, love is the solution
If injustice persists, struggle is the way
If tyranny is prevalent, protest is the means
If voice is suppressed, art is the language
If today it is my land, tomorrow it will be yours
Don’t let the silence to haunt your consciousness
Rise with the voice of soul
Let the words hit the drums of deaf rulers
Let the fear of God strike those tyrants
Let the streets resonate with the slogans
Let the hope of revolution overcome the despair
Let you and me unite
Let us fight the fire of division
Let us stand with the resolve
That we will fight to live together

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TEARS OF SIN

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by mirage of happiness

Sins committed knowingly have left me dry inside and
Keep hurting my heart and soul with shame and guilt
I Pray for the tears to flow
Washing away the dark ink of my heart

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

I want even my smile, moisturised with the tears
Preventing it to go too far to turn to laugh
Laughing makes me forgettable of the past
And alone I fear of
the sudden remembrance of those sins in between
That leave me deserted in sadness

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

Life has no doors to escape from dead moments
If it would have been a book, I would have torn the pages of sin
Burden of sins is heavily on the souls
Regrets and deep down sorrows left there
I am a believer in ONE GOD
Believing that, GOD would forgive my sins
Faith and hope are what keep me walking
Saving my soul from the waves of existing sins

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

IN YOUR DREAMS

You are like the melody of the river
Playing in the silence of my valley
I Walk along the side in the day
to see the reflection of your mysteries
At night, I sleep listening what you sing
Along with the swirling winds
When I stand besides you
You sprinkle the water droplets as you strike
The stones
When I go deep in the forest
You keep calling me with beautiful names
And when I come back you have a new song to sing
Sun sets in the west
Is the best
Moment of the day
As you dazzle in the golden light
I just can’t lift my eyes of you
As you fill the air with silent breeze
Touncing my face and my lips
I take a step to say something back
But the sun takes its light back
Speechless I stand as those moments get vanish
I return back in wait for the other day
You againgstart singing the sleeping songs
And I sleep in your dreams

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Is Not Destiny Ahead?

Is not the destiny ahead?
Then stop and ease for a while
Nothing is lost, no hope had died
Still the dreams are alive
Pain is like a season and will pass too
Imagine the sun and rain, both are winsome

Why should not I tell you about the snow in my Land?
White and pure
My hands shiver in the cold, but my eyes dazzle with brightness
The struggle of my land had taught me love
Like a lesson written in the book
It is true that Kashmir is beautiful
But our tears are more
They hide and express every emotion
They reflect in our smiles like the images on the mirror
We have learnt to live with them as a blessing
As the pious souls shed them remembering Allah
A mother in the memory of her martyred son
They flow from the eyes of the father, sister and friend too
Carrying the burden of our sufferings
And address them to Allah
Making our tounges to utter the same line
Is not destiny ahead?
Peace is yet to come

A Smile

My smile is just an unspoken words of pain
I touched the soil and felt no love of rain
I wanted to cry out my tears to feel that touch
But what could you expect from this harsh desert?

Yes! My smile is just an unspoken words of pain
My laugh is squalling of my heart
I succeed by remaining unrecognisable
What have I became inside

A story of millions of tears
Keeps flowing like a Brooke of my scenery
I blur the pain but lost I stand
In search of peace and happiness

My unspoken words of pain have become a smile
But deep I cry
I have become a tale of my valley
Not heard anywhere in the cities

Let me live with these Sighs

Land of the faces devoid of emotions
A common pain, a common grief
Where is the freedom? Where is the justice?
There is tyranny, there are graves

I want to run away far in the mountains
Where snow never vanish, where there is cold
I want to freeze my feelings, freeze my emotions
Freeze my tears, to let them live for ages

O Kashmir! O beautiful!
Your rivers are like hair lock on a beautiful face
Poets wrote you for ages like a dream
But today you scream and the cities are silent

Let me live far away on these mountain
You look beautiful to my eyes
Let me live with these sighs!
Let me live with these sighs!

Grave of Graves

A valley, holocaust of souls
Inferno of sore stories
Grave of graves! Grave of graves
With some inscribed, and other lay unidentified

Landlocked and barricaded ways
Where to go? No one knows
Now, It is just a Valley
Losing the unsung words in this deadly silence

Love wants to escape through the crevices in mountains
How those hearts could hold?
When the smoke in the streets burned the tissues
Our faces are now just characters victimized by pretension

I am a Kashmiri, I am Kashmir
Never ask me anything of my well-being
I don’t want my existence to be humiliated, because
When we suffered and you stood silent

Wayfarer

What more a wayfarer can seek?
His destionation is where he keeps going
His days are limited, his nights too
Some days he gets pleasure, but it has to leave
Some days he gets it hard, but it has to leave
No burden remains except the burden of deeds
He knows where he has to go
He knows he will reach there
It will be heavy on his soul
Only if he could understand
He is only a wayfarer
His day are limited, his nights too

Last drive of the soul is to the Lord
Who gives, Who takes
Who makes, Who destroys
Unto Him every journey ends
Who has destined for everyone a course
If you read these words, there were destined too
For you are a wayfarer and World is not the actual place to live

Mother of Martyred Blood

It is true! That…
Every sight of my eyes kiss that valley
But Known to me is that, there are mothers of martyred sons
I just heard the story of one
My heart and soul began to cry
O mother, of my lost unknown friend and brother!
No written words could do justice to your heart
No pages of history will take your pain into account
Your injured soul has blood, oozing but unseen by blind eyes
As if the world has turned into a mere lie
I read the words of one mother, I shivered as they read


Your pain is blowing with the cold winds trapped in this valley
God will make them fall like a lightening on the wicked ones
Your tears will fall like stones over them
What they afflicted you with?
A merciless separation
Will render them devoid of mercy in this world
The earth and sky is crying by your side
But why this world still lay deaf and dumb?
Has the heart of people living in love of world died?
Has the beats gone too far to only remain to mimic the ugly songs?
You are the mother of Wamiq Farooq
Zahid Farooq, Inayath Khan, Osaib, Tufail Ahmad………..
You are the mother of the martyred blood
You are the mother of the tears of the Valley, Kashmir
And one of yours line read and I couldn’t stop crying