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THE FIGHT

If my fall is your rise
Take me to the cliff of highest mountain
But do you have the strength to climb
As I have already gathered it
Not only to climb but also to fall
Who says oceans are without borders
They are afraid even to cross the river
The one sailing in the oceans
Already has land in the eyes
If my death is your life
Then take even my days
But how would you live
Without the significance of death
Who says thirsty deserts are harsh
They are afraid to come out in the sun
The one travelling in the deserts
Already has breeze in the heart
If my failure is your success
Then take a step to earn it
But how would you succeed
Without knowing what failure means

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Soldiers of Revolution


Known to them was that revolution has sharp thorns
Being audacious, carried it on their shoulders
Sacrificial blood would also had passed by their eyes
But hope of emerging flower after revolution kept them alive

Their nights in battle fields never let them to sleep
With a dream of revolution in their luminous eyes
Forgetful of their pain, kept surviving with deep motivation
Having the passion, to turn tears into pearls

Every drop of their blood has made the land fertile
For those to come, building walls of legacy on them
Sacrifice was something they understood with true meaning
Kept doing all their lives for protecting those buds to come

Smelling a scent of their blood, filled with spiritual passion
Breaking the shackles that kept my heart tied so long
Their utmost struggle is the drive for our struggle
God has kept rising the tyrants only for their great falls

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MEMORIES

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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A HOPE… #Kashmir

A hope
that beautiful days await
At every evening, I would be in the garden
looking at the setting sun
listening to the call for prayer
waiting to bow down with the righteous ones

the war would be over
violence would end
no more homes would be raised down
no more young blood would flow
freedom would be ours
harmony would prevail
paper boats from little hands
would sail without fear
no more tears
no more screams
no more pain

A mother would not be afraid
for her son
not to return back
days would be peaceful
nights soulful
coffins would remain resting

sounds of laughter
feeling of togetherness
warmth of love
would return
rule of law
without flaw
would hold

smiles on lips would be glowing
winds would be blowing
Singing the freedom songs of martyrs
paradise would return
to the long-forgotten valley
with the mercy of Allah

they can kill me
but not my hope

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THE WAY

 When everything was taken away
That was the time I learned to live
Because only life was left with me
With the certain death always near it

 Even the silent wind started to speak
But it was me unaware
Those words were also mine
That came from the deep rooted memories

 I still remember that road
Abandoned by people long ago
Kept wondering why only I am walking
And what is ahead of me?

 Oh! that window then with new pans
Was shattered by those stones
I also wanted to throw one
but when I bowed, got hold of broken glasses

 Unheard thing out of myself
Started ringing my ears
I tried to just close them
But those words kept seeping through my fingers

I went to the side of the river
Dipping my hands into the water
For dropping those heavy words
But its water was more heavy to take them in

I sat there waiting and trying
At last I again left for the same road
Not knowing where would I reach
Just in search of life in me


 I saw a gardener in between
Watering the dry soil with a smile
A nightingale was witnessing that
I understood, it was the delight of coming flowers


 My tiredness broke me to my knees
In middle of nowhere with darkness all around
With a heavy heart full of tears
But my eyes were not giving them the way to flow


 I heard a beautiful voice from somewhere
The eyes opened up to see a light
I followed and found the God’s house
Surrounded by the mercy everywhere


 I went inside and fell in prostration
My eyes began to flow with the tears
The burden of those words was vanished
It was the day when I lived my real life

Today, I may have everything
But those tears of that day
And The life of those momente
Is again on a search in me

 I still have those broken glasses
What if that window is far away
But hope is there to find the new panes
So to fix it and leave it new again

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Who Am I?

O, my soul! Who am I?
I walk with flesh, but who am I?
I see the mirror and there I am
but still I want to know, who am I?

when I do wrong, why I regret?
why I feel, that you are hurt inside
I want to know where you go?
when I sleep
I want to know where will you go?
when I will die

You make me feel the life in me
You make fall in love with the unseen
you make me dream beyond what I could see
But why don’t you make me see
who you are
Why don’t you tell me, who am I?

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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

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SEEKING

Sense of being alone was the most difficult
Befriending faith and hope helped me through
My stories now remain just inside
Triggering the memories at any instant
Now, those tears have dried
That I used to shed out of agony and pain
I was also a being, with human emotions

Where have I reached in this journey?
Now, I know!
It was never me doing anything
But, by the mercy of God
I was, I am and I will be
May be I had been thankless for so long
Now, I realize how foolish I was
Ignorant I lived all along
Mean and careless of the world around me

Season of summer doesn’t look so new now
For its illusion of happiness is usual
There is always a winter waiting ahead
And I am Preparing
to be happy in the cold
What it needs, is the discipline and to be bold
Let me now give up
the heat of jealousy and pride
To save myself from the frozen snow

Change is good, for better to come
Every passing moment is taking something away of us
Days have been over for many before
Our days are left for just a limited count
I always keep praying to God
FORGIVE ME! For all of my sins
And to all my close ones out there
FORGIVE ME! if I had not been fair…..

Posted in micropoetry

I Never Wished

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I always wondered
what are these pictures that the people draw
what are these words that the people write
they seem so simple
an ink on the paper
never tried to perceive the meaning
but my struggle and the struggle of my land
also made me one of them
however I never wished to become

Today I see more than the ink
As if in them is an ocean of emotions
wishing to drown and sink in their sagacity

And
Now I understand
they have given a meaning to their struggle