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
Paroxymal are the moments I live Since my homeland is gruesomely caged I weep alone in this foreign land With no one around to hold my hand
I see people spurning the humanity Walls of captilism has blinded their councious They do know and they do ignore They just want to fill their bellies with more What goes around comes around The world is a boomerang, don’t forget The fire in our land will soon chase you Today it is my home, tomorrow it may be yours Our houses were meant for us to live But never thought we will be caged in them As the picture has become blur with the pain I still wonder, does our blood have something for them to gain The world lives and the siege continues The world lives and the humanity dies Before their eyes and they keep living with the lies All I see and all I can say is that Justice has died
How can we forget all these days Living in the prison of paradise Yes, the autumn is nearby And the leaves are close to abscission Soon they will cover the graves And the leaves of chinar will blaze But what is there to cover our hearts What is there?
Long gone are those day When season of autumn delighted our eyes The setting sun made it to look like an ocean of fire Which used to burn The tiredness of day And we used to say Look, how much heavenly is this land A paradise on earth A dream which everyone die to see
But, how can we forget these days? When we are caged in our homes Razors and nails are spread on our ways Cutting us through
Let the leaves fall As they grew green the whole summer with our red Let the leaves fall To make way for the winter And the snow will cover the graves Again, left will be a complain “What is there to cover our hearts What is there?”
A poem written by a fellow Kashmiri friend and brother of mine. I came to know about him a month back, when the whole Kashmir was locked down and people outside Kashmir lost their contact with the families and relatives back at home. At that time, the news was being circulated on social media about a woman. She happened to be from Kashmir and was being treated at a hospital in Mumbai accompanied by her daughter. It was a very critical situation as they needed money because the father of that girl had left for Kashmir in order to arrange the money for the surgery. But the family lost the contact with the father and the situation became very uncertain for them. God has kept his servant everywhere to help the people, when they are in need. This guy stood up and started raising money for them and took the responsibility for their well-being. His name is Mohammad Yonous. I am honoured to share his poem on my blog and it is my pleasure that he gave me such an opportunity.
There is a fire inside me, Lit by the onslaughts of capitalism, It grows wilder by the day, Turning each flame into resistance , Bewildered by the blows of fascist regimes, Driven by jealousy and religious jingoism, In the name of democracy and national interest, They lay a wreath to each block of liberty, Fire which wants to go out and burn the corridors of power, And enlighten the masses, Enlighten them with power to decide and rise, Enlighten them with freedom and dignity, To stand up and fight, And to take what is rightfully theirs, Honor, dignity and Freedom. Let the fire burn, Let the resistance take over, Let the flames of my soul, Ignite the candle of peace and love, Let my country be free again….
Lost deep down in woods Among the nostalgic memories of childhood My cheeks were sweeter than honey And I used to look like a cute bunny Rivers of love and care were flowing around Drowning was I in its joyful sound Green were the surroundings around me Blue was the sky with clouds like a sea Like a forest it was and I as its bunny Every day there was wonderful and sunny Love in my heart was real then, but I never knew Beautiful as well like the pearly dew Innocent emotions like bees searching flowers Tired they would come near my cheeks as honey borrowers Fairness oozing from the heart like that of dove Every stories encircling me were of innocent love This beautiful forest was having everything perfect Everything living conjointly without forming separate sect Beautiful was the sunshine, beautiful was the rain Healing every living one, eradicating the pain Peace in its true essence was before my eyes Truthfulness, a law of forest with no scope for lies Morning with chirps of birds, evening with song of nightingale Daytime in the lap of woods listening an unending tale Unaware was I that time was burning the trees Ruining the honey hives of the forest bees River of love day by day was drying up Destruction of time was offering everyone the death cup Left are just those nostalgic memories These burns of fire have no remedies Now I see the flames swallowing the branches The woods I am lost in, is now left of ashes I come everyday to stifle the spreading fire Helpless have I become to see everything continuing to expire Every one leaving for someone’s new forest With the same cycle, first to reforest and again to deforest The winds once that delighted the soul Is helping the fire to burn up whole Along with tress it burned my innocence and peace For there is no power on earth to make time to cease What we think of life is just a fallacy The lost of childhood for me is a tragedy