Imprisioned …# Kashmir

Even if I choose to remain quiet
My emotions ignites the voice within
I can’t help my hands to rest
They want to write the plight of my soul
Now, I don’t introduce my name to the people
I simply say them from where I belong
And I am alive by the grace of God


My conscious have become insomniac
It keeps rattling with the stories of my valley
I know, Kashmir is burning
I keep searching ashes in my dreams
But I find soil drenched in tears
My soul curses these tyrants and their tyranny
I break when I imagine a mother
Who tells her son to wake up from the sleep of death
she knows, tomorrow there would no sun for her son
Because these tyrants have slaughtered him to death


Stories of Autumn have faded deep in winter
Now we see seasons changing in a day
Either bloody or dry
Imprisioned inside the bricks of our own
Afraid to look out of the window
Because weak glass pans can’t save you
Only God can listen
To the imprisioned hearts inside imprisioned homes

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

A Kashmiri; What life is like…

The world stands like a stage
And our valley a cage
I will not be tired to write on a page
The story of my rage

I heard
silence has a deep voice
And humans in this life have a choice
but I feel the growing helplessness
gripping my soul in a harsh sadness

someone in my dream told me
there are now flowers on that grave
their colour is different from the colours of this world
the bees visiting them vanish in the heaven
All this gave me a reason to smile
and whispered my ears that hope is still alive

But the image of the cage
where my home is a prison and family members as prisoners
has crushed me from inside
I do now walk with a face in the land of strangers
like a emotionless cold blooded man
who has forgotten to feel
what life is like

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

LEAVING HOME

LEAVING HOME

Leaving home for going back to the university
However I live in a small town, not a big city
But the most beautiful one in my beautiful valley
Amongst its sound woods I love to dally
Laying down to see the beautiful sky above me
As if it is kissing the mountain peaks with snow on them
The white and blue are in wonderful friendship
That deepens more when sun rays pay visit to them
Leaving not only home but also my lovely family
And some beautiful hearts in my heart’s family
As they see me leaving them
Their lips utter extempore prayers for me
Mine love, seems it have deep imprints in them
And for them, my love is nothing less than a sea
Same is with these lovely rives and frozen lakes
The charming winter and in it falling snow flakes
I always feel that I have to come back
To live with these beautiful hearts
As if mine and theirs is joined by diamond threads
And my emotions and feelings are like pearls hidden in oyester’s shell
Somewhere deep in the ocean of love
I have some amazing love stories related with this beautiful valley
And also with her beautiful hearted people
I always wish to write them on the paper
But when I sit to write them
I again get lost in the dreams of those woods
Whose shades have deep marks in my heart
My imagination keeps writing the words of soul
Untill the stories fill the valley of my dream
And again I wake up to see those empty papers
Because no words are there to write for what I feel
I will be again sitting on the plane and my eyes waving the moutains
Taking deep sighs in my hearts
And there a wish in me to came back again to write my stories