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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

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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!

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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

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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

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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

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Keep Your Trust in Him

Happiness is alive in you
Why then you keep killing yourself with prevailing sadness?
A tree has to bear the pain of winter
That too stripped of its leaves
But never it gives up on its fruits
When you walked your first step
For sure you were going to fall in the next one
But that was your rise to run miles in the life
You are the one who can reason
You are undeterred irrespective of the season
You have the voice, you have the vision
Allah has promised to suffice you with the provision

Why then worry?
Rise with the truth of your life, to overcome the fear of death
Bow down to your Creator when there is call for prayer
Be the one, successful by the words mentioned in Allah’s Book
Be the one to smile when in trouble by keeping your trust in Him

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To My Lord

O Allah!
Put my love in their hearts
To be remembered in their prayers
Not on their lips
To be remembered in their talks
Tie my heart with Your remembrance
To make my beats resonate with peace
You are the bestower of everything
Bestow upon me contentment and tranquillity
Take the hate away from me
This hate and pride is making me to hate myself
It keeps smoldering my soul
Seeps my senses and make me low
I know, You listen
Save me, O Allah!
From becoming enemy of my ownself
I want to enter Your house with pureness
I want to prostrate with tears to attain deep happiness
Your creation is the sign of Your might
Verily! my sight is too incompetent to reach across the heavens
You are our watcher, You are our patron
My breaths belong to You, My beats belong to You
To You I belong, To You I will return




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Make Me Die As A Believer

O Allah, the most merciful!
Give space to my small heart
To hold back my emotions embedded with pride
Indeed I am weak, indeed I fall in err
You have made this world spacious
Your have made heavens without any rift

Heal my soul, heal my heart
Heal my relationships, heal my patience
Make me worthy for that great event
When You will resurrect all together
I know, I am not grateful enough
For all the favours you bestowed upon me

Make me not seen of people
Enshroud me in the veil of mercy
Make my tears fall every time I prostrate
You are indeed All-hearer, All-knower

O Allah, You gave me life
And you will cause me to die
My body will mix with the soil
But my Rooh(soul) will return where it belongs
I indeed have less deeds to count
I indeed have less of every good
How could I stand before You that day?
About which there is no doubt
You only I worship, You only I seek help from
Make not this world to overcome me
You brought me to this world as a submitter to You
I pray to You, ” Make me die as a believer”

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Revolution

Revolution says
Just a moment away
But you have to fight
For thousands of days

It is born in the hearts
Single voice, from where it starts
Sacrifice of days and blood
To turns slogans into flood

Some lives to see
Some dies before, with the hope
Revolution test the emotions
Revolution teaches patience

Pain and passion, love and hate
It gives life to the dead words
Martyrs and tears, beheld in souls
It destroys, it creates

Evil falls, good wins
It rules over the millions of hearts
Revolution takes the birth
Amongst the men of truth
The pages bear witness
Revolution creates greatness and greats

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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