Come and See

These aching stories of this valley
Has created holes in my soul
Come and see! What it is like to be
When autumn has covered the graves
For those who could not even see the last glimpses
Because they were unknown of the deaths


Come and see! The deep affliction
The pain and the suffocation
The pain in the heart of a mother
The agony in the bodies of living


Come and see! The marks on skin
The torn eyes and loud cries
The unmarked graves
The waiting mothers and half widows


Come and see! Kashmir
The valley of sorrow

In Pursuit

I was in pursuit of one night
to sleep in the fathomless silence
in me and around me
Absorbing all the pain and agony
of every living person in my Valley
and taking all their despair with me in my dreams
where I could bury it for a moment

I wondered how that would feel like
to bury the pain of a mother
living in the memories of his lost son
to bury the pain of a father
living in a hope that justice will be served
to bury the pain of a friend
whose friend fell to bullets just next to him
to bury the pain of millions of hearts
who lost their loved ones
I wondered how much I had to dig deep
to bury the infinite stories of despair

I fell down to my knees out of my helplessness
and became uncouncious and when I woke up
I saw a crystal clear river
where I saw beautiful young man in the boats
I asked them who they were why this river was glittering like gold?
they greeted me with a beautiful voice
and told me

“We are the sons of that Valley
and these are the tears of our mothers
we are guarding them till the day of judgement
when each drop of tear would stand witness against those tyrants
who martyred us because we stood before their injustice
we know why are you here?
in pursuit to bury the despair
give that to us
we will keep it as we have nothing of your world
Atleast in this, we could see the reflection of our loved ones
God will keep multiplying it till the day of resurrection
and will replace with blessings and mercy to them
when you will go back
Give our message to the ones struggling

“Never loose hope and faith
as God has sowed us in your soil
for the glory to come”

just walk some distance as you still have to meet some other persons”

I walked where they told me to go
I saw persons with the most beautiful eyes
they were like the lightening in the sky
and the world in front of them was as beautiful as those eyes
I stood lost in them
I inquired them about this beauty
they told me

“These are the eyes of the ones
who have lost their sight due to pellets showered on them
We are preserving them till the day of judgement
and we have been kept blind to see anything from them
for their seeing will be unfolded only to those blinds living in that valley
Give a message to them from us

“soon the gloom will end and for them the beautiful worlds are waiting”

Suddenly I opened my eyes
and my beard was drenched in tears
I opened the window of my room
and saw a beautiful sunlight waiting to depart
the night I was in pursuit had just begun
but the weight of despair in me had already been lightened

Morning Mirror

It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

When I see the morning mirror
I see myself among the graves
I see people lost of their senses
I see women screaming while looking at the coffin
I see as if I am in Kashmir
When I blink
I see myself standing in front of me
The words buzz in my mind
It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

The pine trees adorned with snow
The peaceful rivers coming from glaciers
The lakes with the houseboats
The dazzling mountains in the sunsets
The tea in the samavaar
They all remain
But they have no place in my stories
You could ask me, why?
Because I saw blood and pain
I saw young sons wrapped in shrouds
I saw waiting mothers and half widows
I saw tears and fear in eyes
I saw funerals and graves
I saw bullets and pellets
I saw eyes being torn
I saw red, only red
And that’s what I see while I wake up
When I see the mirror
I see myself among them
And I say,
It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

Let me live with these Sighs

Land of the faces devoid of emotions
A common pain, a common grief
Where is the freedom? Where is the justice?
There is tyranny, there are graves

I want to run away far in the mountains
Where snow never vanish, where there is cold
I want to freeze my feelings, freeze my emotions
Freeze my tears, to let them live for ages

O Kashmir! O beautiful!
Your rivers are like hair lock on a beautiful face
Poets wrote you for ages like a dream
But today you scream and the cities are silent

Let me live far away on these mountain
You look beautiful to my eyes
Let me live with these sighs!
Let me live with these sighs!

Grave of Graves

A valley, holocaust of souls
Inferno of sore stories
Grave of graves! Grave of graves
With some inscribed, and other lay unidentified

Landlocked and barricaded ways
Where to go? No one knows
Now, It is just a Valley
Losing the unsung words in this deadly silence

Love wants to escape through the crevices in mountains
How those hearts could hold?
When the smoke in the streets burned the tissues
Our faces are now just characters victimized by pretension

I am a Kashmiri, I am Kashmir
Never ask me anything of my well-being
I don’t want my existence to be humiliated, because
When we suffered and you stood silent

Mother of Martyred Blood

It is true! That…
Every sight of my eyes kiss that valley
But Known to me is that, there are mothers of martyred sons
I just heard the story of one
My heart and soul began to cry
O mother, of my lost unknown friend and brother!
No written words could do justice to your heart
No pages of history will take your pain into account
Your injured soul has blood, oozing but unseen by blind eyes
As if the world has turned into a mere lie
I read the words of one mother, I shivered as they read


Your pain is blowing with the cold winds trapped in this valley
God will make them fall like a lightening on the wicked ones
Your tears will fall like stones over them
What they afflicted you with?
A merciless separation
Will render them devoid of mercy in this world
The earth and sky is crying by your side
But why this world still lay deaf and dumb?
Has the heart of people living in love of world died?
Has the beats gone too far to only remain to mimic the ugly songs?
You are the mother of Wamiq Farooq
Zahid Farooq, Inayath Khan, Osaib, Tufail Ahmad………..
You are the mother of the martyred blood
You are the mother of the tears of the Valley, Kashmir
And one of yours line read and I couldn’t stop crying

KASHMIR WILL REMAIN OURS

You may have conquered our lands
But not the skies
we have learned to fly
Because we see falcons in the dreams

You could cut our tongues
But we will write with our blood
Our morale is bigger than your tyranny
You kill, and we are proud to die

See our eyes, you will see your fall
When we see yours, we see our rise
We both will remain the character in the book of Kashmir
Alas! You will be read as the antonym of humanity

The apple orchads will remain ours
The Dal and Wular lake will remain ours
The struggle will remain ours
Our Kashmir will remain ours

I Wish to Revisit…#Kashmir

I wish that one day
Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples
I could also revisit these days
In the left memories
A tale inside worth to tell
How we lived in the Caged Kashmir?
When homes were made prisons
and the freedom of children was snatched
We all stood looking at each other’s faces
Witnessing the pain, grief, and anguish
In a moment of time
All became the same
Victims of destroyed identify
A prison worth seeing
The stories worth listening
All had a painful ending
Loss and loss only
The apple season became seasonless
As they appeared pale to the red-blooded eyes
Devoid of sleep
Devoid of dreams
Filled with unseen tears
O God, that fear!
What would happen in the days to come?
Would our existence cease to exist?
What would happen to our race?
What would happen to our homes and land?
Questions left for the destiny to answer
And we were left waiting for the freedom
Our rights became sole of the shoes
Humanity became the graveyard for deads
But we rose, we fought
We cried, we suffered
We lived, we died
We struggled all those days
In hope of rays of sunshine
Hope to prove that truths live the ages
Lies die with its creators

I wish that one day
Sitting in the garden, looking at the ripened apples
I could also revisit these days 


No Justice For Her

O wailing mother of my valley
There is no court of justice for you in the world
Their laws have felt short for your sufferings
Their constitutions are void for your emotions
Our Kashmir is left silent in the voice for justice

Let them! Let them!
Let them walk away
with the blood of you womb on their hands
Let them live these days, deaf and blind
Our silence will be the loudest voice
They lit our blood
Our blood will burn down their institutions
They blood bathed our streets
It put a blot on their image

I know,
Your heart burns everyday in remembering what you lost
No medicine on this planet can heal your wounds
Those tyrants have enshrouded the wrath of Allah
They have earned the Curse of Kashmir upon them

Kashmir is Alive in us

Caged are we
In the light of day and the gloom of night
The barriers have blocked our sight
How is the world and where is the world?
Is the thing lost in us
Our helplessness also returned unheard
And Kashmir continued to be a caged word

Snow also broke our skeltons and
announced the coming of deadly winter
Apples grieved over their rottenness
And our eyes witnessed this brokenness
Justice has been imprisoned to let the tyranny roam
With the peace in the mouth and blood on the hands

My ears hear
What is there left to live?
My councious tells
the blood soacked in the soil
For which mothers have shed their tears
On which stands this struggle
For the world the Kashmir may be dead
But Kashmir is alive in us