Not in Kashmir

The flames in me will never die
They will keep growing with every cry
Our lives a collection of anguished tales
How we keep walking over the nails
Every season has its own colour
But here, we only have red
Our doors doesn’t change the walls
Either sides of it has a prison
In our own land we are hunted down for treason
That too by those who are foreigners
Every day tyrants wash their hands with our blood
Even apples are now shy to manifest their redness
How many graves will cover the land?
How many names will be remembered with the tears?
The world has made us like a unaddressed entity
Whose worth seen not equivalent even to some pennies
The nozzles of the weapon hurt our ego every single moment
As if we are not humans living here
O, the free ones out there
Be grateful to God
That you are not the ones like in my valley
Where the eyes die everday
Be grateful, you are not in Kashmir

Autumn….#Kashmir

How can we forget all these days
Living in the prison of paradise
Yes, the autumn is nearby
And the leaves are close to abscission
Soon they will cover the graves
And the leaves of chinar will blaze
But what is there to cover our hearts
What is there?

Long gone are those day
When season of autumn delighted our eyes
The setting sun made it to look like an ocean of fire
Which used to burn
The tiredness of day
And we used to say
Look, how much heavenly is this land
A paradise on earth
A dream which everyone die to see

But, how can we forget these days?
When we are caged in our homes
Razors and nails are spread on our ways
Cutting us through

Let the leaves fall
As they grew green the whole summer
with our red
Let the leaves fall
To make way for the winter
And the snow will cover the graves
Again, left will be a complain
“What is there to cover our hearts
What is there?”

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….