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 


Sleepless #Kashmir

O, sleep!
come and fall in love with the eyes
the aching heart
don’t allow them to run away
in the dream

I am complaining to this night
why are you bringing back my valley before my eyes?
it is lacerating my existence within
when I listen the voices of that prison
where tortured souls lie
where the sons die
and where my home lies

O, sleep!
tell this night to spare me
tomorrow, I have to again struggle against the same memories
let me go to visit my dream
to collect the tears
from the valley of silence
deep in me

Kashmir is Alive in us

Caged are we
In the light of day and the gloom of night
The barriers have blocked our sight
How is the world and where is the world?
Is the thing lost in us
Our helplessness also returned unheard
And Kashmir continued to be a caged word

Snow also broke our skeltons and
announced the coming of deadly winter
Apples grieved over their rottenness
And our eyes witnessed this brokenness
Justice has been imprisoned to let the tyranny roam
With the peace in the mouth and blood on the hands

My ears hear
What is there left to live?
My councious tells
the blood soacked in the soil
For which mothers have shed their tears
On which stands this struggle
For the world the Kashmir may be dead
But Kashmir is alive in us

Should I Go?……#Kashmir

Some one asked,
“Where is Kashmir?”
I replied,
“Take a few steps,
and then blood stains will lead you there.”
He said,
“People told me that it is a paradise”
I replied,
“Yes, paradise of the graveyards”
He asked,
“Why are you wearing Red”
I replied,
“I wore white, but untill I reached here, it turned red”
He asked,
“What is the weather there?”
I said,
“As Always, tyrannical!”
He asked,
“Should I go?”
I said,
“Suppression has not degraded our character. Our heart are still wide open”
He said,
“I will go.”
I said,
“Even though they cry, but will it make sure to put a smile on your lips”
He greeted,
“Peace be upon you”
I greeted back,
“Peace be upon you too”

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



How can the world accept this tyranny?

When my imaginations can’t tolerate the thoughts I am in
I enter the white pages with the ink in my heart
I start writing the randomness boiling in my body
Not sure of the words, whether framed right or wrong

My land is burning far from me but you can see the flames in my eyes
I only know, I am from Kashmir and I am a Kashmiri

Victim of pain! Victim of suppression!
Victim of bullets! Victim of pellets!
Victim of war! Victim of destruction!

O, mothers out there!
Can’t you feel the pain of mothers of my land
They have their hearts burried in the grave
They have their eyes flooded in tears
How can the world say me, don’t speak?
How can anyone compromise the counciousness?
How can my imaginations tolerate the thoughts I am in?
How can the world accept this tyranny?

Broken…# Kashmir

A broken house, a broken door
A broken man broken on his knees
A broken heart, a broken hope
Broken tears in the broken eyes
Broken stories with broken words

Kashmir! A beautiful broken word
Broken people and their broken voices
Broken dreams with broken wings
Broken songs with broken melody
Broken pans and broken window
Broken beats, broken hearts
Broken days, broken nights
Broken dawn, broken dusk
Broken voices, broken choices
Broken thoughts, broken feeling
Broken peace, broken paradise

Broken we stand, broken we are
Broken we stand, broken before our Lord
Broken inside with broken prayers
Broken we live in broken Kashmir

Tyrannical Wall…#Kashmir

O tyrants!
We will rise
above the size
of your tyrannical wall
to see your great fall

You owe what you can never repay
Your suppression tore the pages of happiness
We dreamt of listening the nightingale in the exquisite evening
But we heard only the cries from the ailing souls
The rivers no more feel the same
Our ears have left to listen to their melody
The apples are plucked by heavy hearts
Which feel the separation like a fish without sea


Everything of us can die, but not the hope
We have to and we will stand
Your days are like the drying river
Whose bottom will crack under the scorching sun
Our hopes are its rays that will burn your pride