Posted in Poetry

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



Posted in Poetry

No Justice For Her

O wailing mother of my valley
There is no court of justice for you in the world
Their laws have felt short for your sufferings
Their constitutions are void for your emotions
Our Kashmir is left silent in the voice for justice

Let them! Let them!
Let them walk away
with the blood of you womb on their hands
Let them live these days, deaf and blind
Our silence will be the loudest voice
They lit our blood
Our blood will burn down their institutions
They blood bathed our streets
It put a blot on their image

I know,
Your heart burns everyday in remembering what you lost
No medicine on this planet can heal your wounds
Those tyrants have enshrouded the wrath of Allah
They have earned the Curse of Kashmir upon them

Posted in Quotes

Quote

To keep the voice alive against injustice is our moral duty, that is by raising it and not forgetting. Difficult times build a bond among us that pushes us towards our Goal. You can also be a voice by not letting it fade away in you.

Posted in Poetry

BLANK PAGES

Lying there on the blank pages
Words struggling inside to speak up
But I excuse myself as a common voice
Afraid, who will accept my lines?
so, the blankness will remain there
Untill I would allow the world to overpower me


Great ones also got the title of “fool”
By then fools of the world
The truth infact has to struggle with lies
For one day to break the walls to prevail
In between, I remain a common man
Afraid to walk in the shade of the truth
And keep myself burning in the fire of lies
They spread the injustice and I close my eyes
Building only the walls of my house more stronger
to hide from what is happening outside
This is the part of same injustice deep embedded in me
what would I expect for my tounge to utter?
When instead of being a slave of GOD
Became the slave of the world
to lie on the same blank pages