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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

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Worn out after a long weary day
I sat on a big old chair facing the west
Looking towards the beautiful twilight
and the gloomy sun of the peaceful evening
about to set behind the mighty mountains

Took a deep sigh while closing the eyes
Everything appeared still and silent
Except for the remains of chirping
Of birds, while going back to their nests
Meanwhile, I heard some little voices
Small footsteps and a lot of giggles
Twilight started fading in my mind
Something familiar with my life started to appear like a dream

“A little boy was running here and there
Smiling and playing without any care
He was Singing his own songs while catching butterflies
His mother was sneaking through the curtains
With a lot of glee and hidden smiles

He was busy in his own world of imagination
With no boundaries for love and freedom
His mother came out to catch him
Running behind with a spoon, full of food
He ran with a surprising smile to escape the love
She hid herself behind the tree
And caught him with a warm hug
Kissed his red cheek and put the spoon in his mouth
Took him inside the lovely house
Closed the door and also my dream”

Soon those voices began to fade
Last light of the sun hit my eyes
I heard someone calling from the widow
Son, get up as AZAN is being called
Wash for the prayer

I saw my mother behind the same curtains
My memories brought a tear into the eyes
I again took a deep sigh

 I saw around everything changed
But what remains unchanged was the
The love of my mother
And the time of prayer

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Just a click of fingers
And here I stand
In the farewell
In the last year of the University
Not knowing
The next year and the next city
But these moments will remain with me
Thank you All
And above that
All thanks and praises to Almighty

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Hearts do remember
The things you do to them
Scars are left deep within
When you maul them
You will keep walking down the lane of life
Stepping forward with no coming back again
Carrying the burden of memories
Carrying regretful stories
With time smiling is no easy
And fakeness doesn’t last for long
You will remember
Those hearts in you

Charity of one true smile
May vanish the yearlong grief
Holding a hand
May make someone to rise again
One true prayer
May do unthinkable to someone
And down the lane of life
They will be waiting for you to come
As if you laid the brick
Now there is a home to live
Everlasting peace and tranquility
Hearts do remember
The things you do to them

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O my friend
In the grave
Do my tears reach your way
Conveying my words
Across the barrier
Of soil layer
I long to see your face
To play with you
While you run and I chase
But you ran too far from me
And too soon disappeared in the heaven
Leaving me alone in the world
With your memories and says

I remember our road to school
Making it late to reach back home
I thought no one could take you away
Those bullets
pierced not even your skin
But our friendship too
And separated our ways
You as a martyr and me as a living dead

These tyrants may be enjoying, laughing and dancing
But they don’t know
Your blood will be their nightmare
When I saw your face
Before they took you to the resting place
All those years that we spend
Just ended on those lips
Though they were lifeless
But they were telling me
Our tales of friendship

You gave your life to this struggle
Giving life to our dead hearts
You had in you a priceless thing
The blood of the revolution
I believe the day will come
The day of resurrection
On that day no one could separate us
Because death will be also dead

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When I listen to the song
Sent once by you
I get lost in our story
Story of severance
Which has remained indelible

This silence
Is not a mere coincidence
It has roots deep in our hearts
Just tell me the beginning
Where it all began
Our apologies to ourselves are in vain
When even being there
We can’t help with our silent pain
Was I worthy?
I really don’t know
But what I did?
Was because I loved you like snow
White and beautiful
Which covered your heart
And froze it from me
Froze us from each other
Freezing our voices deep in the well of silence
Winter and we kept hiding from the cold
Watching the accumulating snow
Even forgot to put our footmarks on it
Which way this winter will go?
When will the spring arrive?
For that bird to sing your winter songs
And me searching you in her melody
I would ask that window for your face
For your tears and for you
I will request that bird to find you
To take a drop of tear from your golden eyes
In her beak and bring it to me
And I will keep it in my heart
To share its pain with me

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I guess you have left too far
Leaving behind a coffin of my memories
Which were soaked in your blood for a long period
For me to take it to the graveyard
And entomb it beneath the ground

But I will keep your memories alive in me
Because I want to live with them
My tears will keep moisture preserved in them
For their roots to sprout deeper in my feelings

Whether it will be an autumn or spring
Winter or summer
I will keep writing the songs inspired by them
To gift them to the nightingale
For it to sing at the time of every dusk
To keep you alive in me

For those left in the grave
I will keep an epitaph standing
With some words engraved on it
Waiting for the day to come
When you will pass nearby 
So that you will come to know what is buried inside
May it happen at the time of dusk
For you to listen to the songs of that nightingale
Sitting nearby on a branch of my garden
And you will come to know
How I kept your memories alive in me
And how you left my memories dead in you
Buried inside the grave beside you

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20190130_230837NAILS OF MEMORIES

Memories are coming home again
To strike the nails to cease me on a spot
With my hands against the wall
To ask myself again the same
Who I am and who you are?

The winds blowing inside me
Turn into storm when they bring them back
My eyes starts lighting and beats become thunders
Even though I stand still, but running miles inside me

They tie me back with the helplessness
I am seeing the wall
But with reflections of them
I want to pull these nails out of me
Which these memories have left drenched in my blood

They are taking my sleep away from me
To keep it on a clock with my eyes fixed on it
I want to drup all its needles
But when I go near it ceases to exist

You can’t see what I see
Drowing somewhere deep
Of immeasurable fathom
And the light is fading away
As I am going to my memories