I can’t complain…

I can’t complain to my eyes
they have the right
to stay awake in the memories
of the ones whom they have seen
all there life
I can understand
why they don’t want to sleep
How could they?
when my aching heart
longs for the one voice of my loved ones
I know my eyes keep wondering
that how it feels
when the eyes of my fellow people are blinded
So, how could they sleep
in this melancholy


I wonder
at this strange
relationship of heart and eyes
when one pain other shed tears
when one sees beauty other rejoices
But what could I say about mine
It has just taken away the sleep of my eyes
But I can’t complain
I can’t
Because
How my people are living under seige
have seized me
my heart
and
my eyes
So, why should I complain my eyes?

I Found What I Am

I finally found what I am
A corpse of tomorrow
Shrouded in a white cloth

I finally found what I am
A life that has to die

So what am I boasting about?
what?
money, power and fame
strength, beauty and authority
or the relationships in the world
Am I proud of these thing
These lies
which will depart me soon
A dead leaves without them

nothing is absolute that I see
as evident from the past
where are they who came before me
I got carried away in the lights of the world
I forgot who I was
I deceived my eyes
in the lies
I never realized my existence
I sinned, out of my ignorance
As I never realized
I also have to die

I turn to you
O Allah!
….to be continued

Story to God #Kashmir

I am on a walk till the sun sets

I see the oceans crying

with the tides of tears

to meet a soul that left

for the last journey

from earth to the heavens

for never to return

but he told me that

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where I as a son

was separated from my mother

where my own father

shattered before my coffin

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where the buds are shot

for the fear of growing up in flowers

and the winds keep weeping

out of the smoke of their weapons

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where bodies are dragged

peeling their honour

before the blind eyes of the law

law of injustice and tyranny

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the raid of nights

of the bullets in days

of the blood on the road

of the terror in the hearts

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the torture of the bodies

of the screams out of pain

of the brutalities in the jails

of the reign of oppression

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the eyes torn by pellets

of the darkness in their eyes

of the end of their dreams

of the tears which are hopeless

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the unmarked graves

of the disappeared beings

of the orphans living

of the half widows waiting

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the hideous massacres

of the pool of blood

of the denial of justice

of the suppression of the voice

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

the story of Kashmir

bleeding everywhere

waiting for the next martyr

to rest under the soil

EYES BUT BLIND

EYES BUT BLIND

Blind ones with their eyes praise what is deplorable
Lies have gripped their soul like a snake coiling its prey
Beauty is just what they see superficially
For ugliness is deceiving them with beautiful clothes
Exhilarating at the vile events of the world
They need not die for their heart is already dead
Forgetful are they of this life and also of death to come
Their blind pride is leading them to a blind end
An end where the veil is drawn over the eyes and hearts are sealed
A grave existence inherits them full of forgetfulness
Like animals wandering in some wastelands
And even sometimes fall downgraded than them
Lost consciousness snatches the purpose of life
Makes just a body to walk like a dead body
Filled with nasty desires, depicting the utmost nefariousness

O Lord, fill this heart with your light
Save us from the darkness of this world