Posted in Poetry

Let the Rain Fall…

Let the rain drops touch my face
I crave to see from where they come

Purest and kindest in the nature
Let them seep deep in my heart
Dousing the flames of jealousy
Bringing back the peace of soul

Let the rain fall! Let the rain fall!
Let it kiss the leaves of the garden
Let it wine the day in it’s melos
Let it trance me to become amnesiac
Let me live this moment with the drops
Let the rain touch my soul

I wish to be petals of a flower
Welcoming the rain to travel the curl
Dropping it delicately down on soil
To exude deep beyong the roots
Laving the counciousness to be pristine
Let the rain fall! Let the rain fall!

Posted in Poetry

A HOPE… #Kashmir

A hope
that beautiful days await
At every evening, I would be in the garden
looking at the setting sun
listening to the call for prayer
waiting to bow down with the righteous ones

the war would be over
violence would end
no more homes would be raised down
no more young blood would flow
freedom would be ours
harmony would prevail
paper boats from little hands
would sail without fear
no more tears
no more screams
no more pain

A mother would not be afraid
for her son
not to return back
days would be peaceful
nights soulful
coffins would remain resting

sounds of laughter
feeling of togetherness
warmth of love
would return
rule of law
without flaw
would hold

smiles on lips would be glowing
winds would be blowing
Singing the freedom songs of martyrs
paradise would return
to the long-forgotten valley
with the mercy of Allah

they can kill me
but not my hope

Posted in Poetry

LIVING IN THE WORDS

LIVING IN THE WORDS

They might seem just lifeless words on the wall
But I live among them in my lonliness
Searhing the happiness
Which sometimes the world fails me to give

I have a home in between those lines
Like a home in an outlying valley
Whose mountains when I see
Remain covered by the words of my heart
The winds brush the surface of flowers of my garden
In greed of stealing their colours
To give colourful meaning to their existence
Singing a song, the one I like to listen
With the words of mine and melody of rain hitting against the glass of my heart
Here beautiful days lay in wait
For the poems of dusk oozing out of last rays
Then resting in peace with the advent of night

The first rays again lit lamps of love for to glow
Giving light to the birds to chirp to welcome the morning
My chair in my home of words lie waiting for me to come
To again sit at the window
With the garden of words before my eyes
Waiting for you to come with your beautiful poems
To sow them deep in my heart, to decorate my world of imagination

Posted in Poetry

PRECIOUS

PRECIOUS

That season in that garden
In front of my house
Where I used to lie down
On the carpet of grass
With my face against the sky
Watching the birds
flying back to nests
I used to wonder
What they would be carrying
For their young ones
But their twilight chirps
Manifested their zest
To embrace the ones
Back in the nest
I being the small kid
Would be dreaming
About their journey
And what
They would be feeling
Before reaching the destination
That all used to make me smile
Deep down from my lips
To my innocent heart
As I laid there waiting
For my father to arrive
For him to open the gate
For him to smile while
Seeing me at once
My heart would be
Filled with delight
As if all happiness of world
Had been given to it
He used to take something
Out of his poket
And gave it to me
For a kiss
I miss
Those precious moments
Today in me
But for those birds
Flying in sky
The story has been same since then……