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Keep Your Trust in Him

Happiness is alive in you
Why then you keep killing yourself with prevailing sadness?
A tree has to bear the pain of winter
That too stripped of its leaves
But never it gives up on its fruits
When you walked your first step
For sure you were going to fall in the next one
But that was your rise to run miles in the life
You are the one who can reason
You are undeterred irrespective of the season
You have the voice, you have the vision
Allah has promised to suffice you with the provision

Why then worry?
Rise with the truth of your life, to overcome the fear of death
Bow down to your Creator when there is call for prayer
Be the one, successful by the words mentioned in Allah’s Book
Be the one to smile when in trouble by keeping your trust in Him

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Revolution

Revolution says
Just a moment away
But you have to fight
For thousands of days

It is born in the hearts
Single voice, from where it starts
Sacrifice of days and blood
To turns slogans into flood

Some lives to see
Some dies before, with the hope
Revolution test the emotions
Revolution teaches patience

Pain and passion, love and hate
It gives life to the dead words
Martyrs and tears, beheld in souls
It destroys, it creates

Evil falls, good wins
It rules over the millions of hearts
Revolution takes the birth
Amongst the men of truth
The pages bear witness
Revolution creates greatness and greats

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KASHMIR WILL REMAIN OURS

You may have conquered our lands
But not the skies
we have learned to fly
Because we see falcons in the dreams

You could cut our tongues
But we will write with our blood
Our morale is bigger than your tyranny
You kill, and we are proud to die

See our eyes, you will see your fall
When we see yours, we see our rise
We both will remain the character in the book of Kashmir
Alas! You will be read as the antonym of humanity

The apple orchads will remain ours
The Dal and Wular lake will remain ours
The struggle will remain ours
Our Kashmir will remain ours

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I Wish to Revisit…#Kashmir

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 


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Dawn of Peaceful Kashmir

I want to embrace the petals of rose with my blood
As the thorns of separation penetrate deep in my firger tips
Tears and tears only! Where could I hide my pain?
You fell before my eyes and I saw you falling
What more can I say? A deep silence has covered me like the winter snow

O, the loved ones of Kashmir!
You left the depths in us when you entered the graves
Who will fill them? Only tears fall and get lost in them
I want to embrace myself with your blood
But you stand so far! Unreachable to me

Left are our ailing heart and crying souls
Left in us is a hope to meet you after this world
Left in us are prayers to heal the wounded gardens
Our Apple orchads are grieved by looking at faces taking care of them
Only graveyard are peaceful where you are resting
As our homes are cages and our streets are battlegrounds
Weapons and weapons only! In this reign of suppression

Deadly silence has overtaken our senses
Pain is ashamed before us to cause more of it
We now stand in a hope for the dawn to come
Dawn of peaceful Kashmir



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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

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We Have Our Hearts Open…#Kashmir

The graves are not only on the land
They are deep dug in our hearts
How can it be possible,
The fire will smother in us
Our shoulders have become strong
carrying martyrs of our land
Your reign is nothing
Just a hand full of sand
Soon the wind will blow you away
Scattered will you lie on the ground


Our weapon is our hope
Growing with every new day
Although you have caged us
But we are few steps away
Never will you be able to afraid us
Our hearts are firm in faith
The day is not far away
When you will stand humiliated for your crime
Don’t belittle our voice
We will tear your deaf drums
You are at war with us
But you will never win
You can come up with more weapons
We have our hearts open

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Millions Out There…

There is not one lamp of hope in the world
That would douse and life would lose the essence
If no one is there, then know God is there
Just contemplate and you will feel the presence

In the crevices of the soul, He fills light
You can’t see any rift in the heavens with your sight
No one could stand before His might
Who has created this open sky for birds to take flight?

Why should the hope die in us?
Why should we kneel down to bow before the cruel world?
A slave of God is a true freeman
A slave of world and it’s evanescent masters is a true vassal

Break the mirror of deception in front of you
Look beyond to recognize the truth in you
You have one shot at life with no coming again
If one hope had doused, there are millions out there

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Paradise will Return

Dreams are burning
Left are my hopes, extinguishing the blaze
I see ashes through the window
Scattering with the blowing wind

Something is not letting the rays to touch my face
It is growing cold and frosty
My hands,
covering my face
To hide what eyes shed
Deep wells of despair inside
Have made me silent like a grave
But I will again sleep
with a hope of sun
I know and believe
it’s shining somewhere
I have faith, the rays will win
As I pray to God to eradicate my sin
Washing my eyes from the ugliness of the world
Filling the heart with the peace and tranquility

Soon the pans of window will glitter with rays
Soon the ashes will get buried in the soil
Raising the flowers which will extinguish the despair of the ages
Again the bees will buzz in the garden
And the paradise will return in our hearts
What I can’t see is the unseen
Then, let the tomorrow be beautiful
today I will live in that hope