Kindness, Gratefulness & Truthfulness

Kindness heals you within like the rain heals the dead soil
Words of soul are heard even spoken in low tune
Why you adore the body much if it has to get old and wrikled?
Kindness adores you within with pearls of prayers from others


Let this enemy die in us which blinds us from gratefulness
True! One not grateful to people can never be grateful to HIM
Open the doors with the virtue of being grateful
You will see hearts waiting to welcome you in their unseen chambers


Truth is above all, holding the balance of creation
A light which guides us to HIM
Truth is what the tongue should speak
Beacuse truth gives the real address of the hearth

Have You Left?

Would we be heard?
No, is the answer
Humanity is abused everyday
Still humans are helpless
Among all the abuses from east to west
Who will listen to Kashmir?
May be, they open the pages of history
But, who is there to unfold our emotions?
Who will listen to syria?
Who will listen to palestine?
Who will listen to all war torn lands?
Will they remain a place and date on pages
And for ages to come
Why this war? Why this unrest?
Why can’t we humans uphold humanity?
Why this inequality? Why this disparity?
Why I see blood flowing in my valley?
Why I see tears in the eyes of mothers?
Why I see half widows, waiting and searching?
But, no one answers me
Are these the forgotten questions?
Or are we in the acceptance for it to be?
Where is voice of counciousness?
Where is passion for justice?
Where is the revolution in us?
Where is the revolt against tyranny?
Where is the dream of peace?
Answer me!
If you can’t
You have left humanity



Justice has Died… #Kashmir

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

Give my voice a chance by sharing it

A Poem to Tyrants

You killed, but I never died
I lived in the legacy behind
Lower you stooped to oppress
the lives to snatch their rights
you can short millions dead
But billions would rise up to fight
And again you would remain
an error in the pages of history
a stain on the face of humanity
cursed by the millions to come

You killed, but I never died
I lived in the legacy behind
Like a light shining in millions
A sign upholding the humanity high
A message that reached beyond
the range of your weapons
By killing my body, you strangled humanity
but my struggle and courage let that free

Rivers of Blood #Kashmir

whole life passed by, in the mirror of outrage and oppression
through my valley flow, Jhelum and Chenab
But I saw only the rivers of blood streaming across
what condition are my people in, I don’t know
are they dying of starvation, I don’t know


you travelled the journey over our corpses
we travelled the journey in burying them
you enlightened your cities with lamps on the occasion of festivals
we had to live those moments also in unbearable silence
what address are you inquiring from these blind eyes?
when you have blinded the humanity to lacerate our bodies
what have you achieved by taking away our peace
relinquishing even the bond of humanity with us
In written stories we will always remember you as a muderer
you not only ripped apart the humans but also ripped our land

Die Trying

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying
whether that even being alone

to hell with the world
what if it forgets your name tomorrow
what has it remembered till now?
the wars are still there
the people are still dying
millions in my land are under siege
millions out there are being killed
in the name of peace
some lines from my friend
are still fresh in my mind
that you win the war
only when the humanity wins
the war to kill
is a loss to everyone

humanity dies every day
where I live
the tears in the eyes of a mother
speaks everything
when they take her world away
what world would you offer her to live?
yes, I mention her in every writing
because every day someone loses her son
the pain has no resemblance
a blot on the face of us
who call themselves humans
I can’t watch her to loose
which she loves the most
I can’t watch her wail
watching her son being taken to grave
these are not just words in my heart
this is all what I have

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying

Spread My Message

I, you and everyone deserves
freedom
but visiting the counciousness has become seldom
the clock is measuring the span of our seige
again it would just remain a figure in the history
with a blot on the face of humanity
I am from the valley of Kashmir
And I hope you will spread my message
“O fellow humans!
show solidarity and stand for us
because if you will not
and will let us die
we will hold you accountable before God”