This season will also pass What filled the air will too travel far from our towns New feelings will emerge, new energies will be born Life will keep singing Either songs or silence Memories will be there Some in hearts, some on walls Some before the eyes, some closed in pages Only to be remembered for the ages
Gardens will again allure the bees That our eyes will see Petals will be in crave To be touched by fingers Gifting a blush on tired faces
The river will flow with passion To make her heard in the sleep of silent nights And freedom will come to sit and enjoy while sitting on her side
Beautiful eyes will open With the call for prayers before the sun Feet will make their way to Allah’s House Remembrances of Lord will buzz on tounges All Hands will be raised before the Lord To pray for well being of everyone To pray for peace and happiness
Hearts will be adored by the priceless words of Allah’s book The sun will shine bright Enlightening the corners of world The gates will open In welcome of blessed guests
The day will begin on a note, Written with many sentences With the opening line, “In the name of Allah, the most Gracious and the most Merciful”
Beauty will be again defined by the thoughts Written with hands, read with hearts
Birds will again fly far from us, along with the kites Kids will be delightful while looking at them
School buses will horn outside the gate For not getting late and children will run With tied laces and innocent faces
Once our lands will get freedom from this disease And from the malice in our hearts We will see all this again In sha Allah ( if Allah wills) After this season will pass
Till then I will pray for you And you will pray for me
Uncelebrated cities lie mourning in these days of corona I stepped out and saw a small girl running and smiling A smile after a long time gave a hope Sun has to shine and days have to pass The wait will be over and Allah will forgive us Indeed, He is the most forgiving
Tulips in the city enjoyed the human silence You are where you are, roads have forgotten our dust Where is that little girl? Was it a reality or was it a dream? Was it my desperation to find anyone in the city?
I, a hostage in my dwelling looking above Those with the wings are flying in the flaxen sky Freedom they have, from the curbs of the land Imprisoned I stand, in these times of pandemic
Freedom they have, from the walls and frontiers Freedom they have, from the wars of the land We have tied the rope of slavery around our necks Rope branded with freedom, that we keep dragging under serfdom
How could we have those wings, when we don’t deserve the sky We deserve this cruel land where we keep slaying humanity We have cut the pieces of lands to showcase jingoism We have slayed one another to attain superiority
Let them fly! They deserve the sky We kept abusing the nature, Now, we have got our dues back
They are walking miles from those mammoth cities to their scattered small places. Who are they? They are the same ones who built those cities. They are the same ones who built those same roads on which they are walking step by step, starving and dying. Some say they are violating the laws. What are those laws? Only mere words which tongues utter and hands write. True, no one is above the law. But every empty stomach is above the law. Every human life is above the law. When humiliation exists, honour becomes the law. When human rights are violated, the revolution becomes the law. In these times, millions are walking just because they have to reach their home. They have to see their families. When the rulers forget them, soon they will be forgotten by those same people. They are being judged and opinions are being drafted behind their backs. But they are walking, because the truth is that they don’t care about the judgements and the opinions thrown at them them. When they will reach, and I pray for them to reach safely their homes. They will look back at their journey, their helplessness, their pain and humiliation that they suffered. They will weep but no one will show their tears. There will be millions of stories, but only few will be written. This happens when rulers seek power over the welfare of the state.
When humiliation exists, honour becomes the law. When human rights are violated, the revolution becomes the law.
We know the pain and the humiliation, because the people of our land have suffered from the same hands. When we Kashmiris were held hostages in our own homes and millions of painful stories remained veiled in millions of aching hearts. When our existence was put at stake and our voices were silenced. We too screamed, but the world stood deaf and dump in defining the laws of the land. No law is above the people, no law is above their lives. But, still we never let ourselves down by learning to hate others. We learned to pray for other’s well being. Our struggle has taught us to respect human emotions. Our struggle has taught us to sympathise with those walking on the roads to reach their dwelling. Our struggle has taught us to pray for all who are affected by this pandemic of Corona virus. Our emotions stand in empathy with the countries which are suffering at this moment. Only those learn to hate who spread the hate. But those who struggle for love and peace, rise above the hate. I along with all my Kashmiri people pray to God, for ourselves and the rest of the world to save us from the pandemic of Corona Virus
Spring in my Valley has remains of winter Some days the sun shines, some days the rain plays the roof These times have stole the smile of spring These times have slaughtered the hope of summer But hope will make a way like water does I hope so Till then, I, fire and the memories will be sitting in the garden
I looked through the needles of the pine The sun was having it’s last shine The town looked beautiful from the top Fading greenery in the golden rays seemed like, What eyes had never seen I kept looking and words were coming to life on my lips Silence was singing the beautiful songs My heart stood still to take it all As I drove back to my town Silence started to become ugly Few faces that were looking had eyes filled with fear Everyone was speaking of the virus that has invaded this mean world And news read that more than yesterday passed away Silence was screaming the events of horror Here it was One in my town was tested positive It broke down as if lightning had fallen without any thunder Lips started remembering the Lord of everything O Allah, save us all! Everyone locked their gates And became prisoners of their own house The plan people had one weak before Came crashing down For the first time we all together realized We are not in control of life Now, I don’t know, when I would see the sunset of my beautiful town?