Happiness ( The most wanted feeling in every world) Happiness is when every beat of your heart sings the song of freedom, Happiness is living life of honesty ,truth and justice, Happiness is wiping away the darkness of hatred and jealousy from the walls of your heart, Happiness is feeling the true essence of love inside your heart, Happiness is walking away from worldly worries, Happiness is when you feel enlightment in ocean of knowledge , Happiness is when there is clarity and purity in your thoughts, Happiness is experiencing closeness with your creator, Happiness is when your soul emanates the rays of divine lights, Happiness is in the eyes of true believer, Happiness is in realising the greatness of your Lord, Happiness is in the prostration in front of Allah. True happiness isn’t a momentarily feeling, it is flow of tranquility in your existence.
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
After the rain, the sun shines bright. The sky becomes blue and opens the doors of heaven. The whiteness of clouds appear like a crown on the mountain tops. Some strains of whiteness appear like the ship sailing in the sea of blueness.
The bright light glitters the grass and lamina of leaves reflect the freedom of freshness and vigor. The eyes hide the story of rain and enjoy the rhymes of sun. The heart wants to roam in the open fields to see the horizon.
Farmers go out after the happiness of rain to see the life in soil. A smile is placed of the sloped roofs when the novel light shines the remain of rain. They have already played their music, now is the time for them to glare bright. The story continues after the rain.
A sunset burning in the golden water Flames not rising up but seeping deep Without any smoke, clear and crystal Warmth is only felt to heart, amusing it’s beats Eyes seeing the glimpse of rare paradise of the day How satisfying is this sigh taken within? Expanding the aura of soul Reveling in the poetry of resplendent rays The trees are singing the farewell song for the setting sun The sky is spreading the melody in artistic colours How pleasant is it to the hearts? A sign of the creation of Allah among the infinite signs I wonder how much grateful I should be to have these eyes Witnessing such a marvelous beauty How much grateful I should for the light he has given me? The sun will depart and the day will pass But, My Lord will always remain in my heart So, All the praises belong to Allah Who is the Most Gracious and the Most Merciful.
Immersion of love in the heart wets your eyes Your walls of heart break down in the joy of freedom You yearn to embrace the soul with yours Differences vanish within the hands, that join together
It plugs the cracks inherited from the pain It gives you depth to search from within Love becomes the reason to seek life from God A source of peace for the ones where love resides
It could be the love of mother to her son Between the friends living together all along Between the man and her wife Between anyone bound by the promises But love for God is above all Love for Him is a feeling where your indentity dwells A freedom, A strength A hope, A truth Love for God is the real life
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
I wish that one day Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples I could also revisit these days In the left memories A tale inside worth to tell How we lived in the Caged Kashmir? When homes were made prisons and the freedom of children was snatched We all stood looking at each other’s faces Witnessing the pain, grief, and anguish In a moment of time All became the same Victims of destroyed identify A prison worth seeing The stories worth listening All had a painful ending Loss and loss only The apple season became seasonless As they appeared pale to the red-blooded eyes Devoid of sleep Devoid of dreams Filled with unseen tears O God, that fear! What would happen in the days to come? Would our existence cease to exist? What would happen to our race? What would happen to our homes and land? Questions left for the destiny to answer And we were left waiting for the freedom Our rights became sole of the shoes Humanity became the graveyard for deads But we rose, we fought We cried, we suffered We lived, we died We struggled all those days In hope of rays of sunshine Hope to prove that truths live the ages Lies die with its creators
I wish that one day Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples I could also revisit these days
You can’t silence What you don’t want to hear You can’t bear The weight of our tears You can’t escape Your fate For this moment you can hate But we will rise above that You can’t imprison The hearts that live freedom Although you have imprisioned our Kashmir But God willing we will overcome this siege