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

A Kashmiri; What life is like…

The world stands like a stage
And our valley a cage
I will not be tired to write on a page
The story of my rage

I heard
silence has a deep voice
And humans in this life have a choice
but I feel the growing helplessness
gripping my soul in a harsh sadness

someone in my dream told me
there are now flowers on that grave
their colour is different from the colours of this world
the bees visiting them vanish in the heaven
All this gave me a reason to smile
and whispered my ears that hope is still alive

But the image of the cage
where my home is a prison and family members as prisoners
has crushed me from inside
I do now walk with a face in the land of strangers
like a emotionless cold blooded man
who has forgotten to feel
what life is like