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

Mother’s Curse in Kashmir

We will not let our voice die

even if they will cage us for lifetime

we will keep reciting the words of suffering

we will keep revising every story of brutality


They can raid our homes in nights

they can make a father stand

outside the jail to inquire about his son

But which weapon will they use

to break the struggle in us

we are not like the bird

which will die in the cage

In us remains the fight for justice

and the witness remain these desolated towns


keep rising in the sky of tyranny

that too by our blood as the fuel

yours is the next fall in the history

that we would read in our pages of revolution


our tears are out of our pain

your smirk is out your deceit

you decorated our land with the graves

we decorated those martyrs in our hearts


what you owe to those mothers in Kashmir,

do you know?

their sons

and you are now the victims of their curses

One minute Call with my mother #Kashmir

At around 6:27 pm, almost after 10 days since the valley of Kashmir has been completely locked down, my cell phone rang. I was lying down with a distressed mind in my hostel room with my eyes closed. I just got up in a hurry and saw an unknown number. Deep down in my heart, I felt that this unknown is known to me. I received the call and she called my name. She asked me whether I was fine and healthy and told everything was fine there and no need to worry. She was my mother, who may have been waiting in a line for hours just to listen to my voice for one minute. I am wondering how many mothers would have been waiting in these lines and from how much far away they would have been traveling just to say to their children that everything is fine. I am sorry but I don’t have words after this….



You grew older and forget
The unconditional love of your mother
Never keeping upon you any dept
Never would you find this from another
Never think that you could repay
Even if you try untill hair would get grey
She has the most kindest heart for you
If there is anyone besides her, tell me who?
You don’t remember your infancy
That’s why you have took her service literally
She did not even gave her nights for your sleep
But even her part of body and blood for your upkeep
Still she sees a little child of her in you
For whom she still cares endlessly
Don’t let that time to come when you would rue
For she is the one to be beholden most preciously
After the utmost love for God and His messenger
If someone deserves after that the greatest love
She is your mother, always been your comfort seeker
From all the things she had in life, you have been the above
Her status is so high in this world
That even paradise lie beneath her feet
Make her place in your life to be pearled
Everyday when you would go out, don’t forget her to greet
Her prayers for you are from her heart
The heart which remembers you with every beat
Still existing of all kinds of love, her love is the state of art
It’s true, the paradise lies beneath her feet