Should I Go?……#Kashmir

Some one asked,
“Where is Kashmir?”
I replied,
“Take a few steps,
and then blood stains will lead you there.”
He said,
“People told me that it is a paradise”
I replied,
“Yes, paradise of the graveyards”
He asked,
“Why are you wearing Red”
I replied,
“I wore white, but untill I reached here, it turned red”
He asked,
“What is the weather there?”
I said,
“As Always, tyrannical!”
He asked,
“Should I go?”
I said,
“Suppression has not degraded our character. Our heart are still wide open”
He said,
“I will go.”
I said,
“Even though they cry, but will it make sure to put a smile on your lips”
He greeted,
“Peace be upon you”
I greeted back,
“Peace be upon you too”

Dawn of Peaceful Kashmir

I want to embrace the petals of rose with my blood
As the thorns of separation penetrate deep in my firger tips
Tears and tears only! Where could I hide my pain?
You fell before my eyes and I saw you falling
What more can I say? A deep silence has covered me like the winter snow

O, the loved ones of Kashmir!
You left the depths in us when you entered the graves
Who will fill them? Only tears fall and get lost in them
I want to embrace myself with your blood
But you stand so far! Unreachable to me

Left are our ailing heart and crying souls
Left in us is a hope to meet you after this world
Left in us are prayers to heal the wounded gardens
Our Apple orchads are grieved by looking at faces taking care of them
Only graveyard are peaceful where you are resting
As our homes are cages and our streets are battlegrounds
Weapons and weapons only! In this reign of suppression

Deadly silence has overtaken our senses
Pain is ashamed before us to cause more of it
We now stand in a hope for the dawn to come
Dawn of peaceful Kashmir



How can the world accept this tyranny?

When my imaginations can’t tolerate the thoughts I am in
I enter the white pages with the ink in my heart
I start writing the randomness boiling in my body
Not sure of the words, whether framed right or wrong

My land is burning far from me but you can see the flames in my eyes
I only know, I am from Kashmir and I am a Kashmiri

Victim of pain! Victim of suppression!
Victim of bullets! Victim of pellets!
Victim of war! Victim of destruction!

O, mothers out there!
Can’t you feel the pain of mothers of my land
They have their hearts burried in the grave
They have their eyes flooded in tears
How can the world say me, don’t speak?
How can anyone compromise the counciousness?
How can my imaginations tolerate the thoughts I am in?
How can the world accept this tyranny?

Broken…# Kashmir

A broken house, a broken door
A broken man broken on his knees
A broken heart, a broken hope
Broken tears in the broken eyes
Broken stories with broken words

Kashmir! A beautiful broken word
Broken people and their broken voices
Broken dreams with broken wings
Broken songs with broken melody
Broken pans and broken window
Broken beats, broken hearts
Broken days, broken nights
Broken dawn, broken dusk
Broken voices, broken choices
Broken thoughts, broken feeling
Broken peace, broken paradise

Broken we stand, broken we are
Broken we stand, broken before our Lord
Broken inside with broken prayers
Broken we live in broken Kashmir

Tyrannical Wall…#Kashmir

O tyrants!
We will rise
above the size
of your tyrannical wall
to see your great fall

You owe what you can never repay
Your suppression tore the pages of happiness
We dreamt of listening the nightingale in the exquisite evening
But we heard only the cries from the ailing souls
The rivers no more feel the same
Our ears have left to listen to their melody
The apples are plucked by heavy hearts
Which feel the separation like a fish without sea


Everything of us can die, but not the hope
We have to and we will stand
Your days are like the drying river
Whose bottom will crack under the scorching sun
Our hopes are its rays that will burn your pride

Where is the Blooded paradise, Kashmir?

Let my eyes flow with the rivers of Kashmir
I pray to be rested in the grave of her soil
The martyrs whose faces I never saw, and they left
Let me see my soul drenched in their blood


Let me see myself burning with the leaves in the autumn
Let me live in the silence of snow near the window
Let me cry in remembering our pain in front Of Allah
Let me pray for the prosperity of the forgotten valley


We are living in the horror behind the veil of beauty
The paths leading to the graveyards are more settled than others
A hope, one day we will win over the war but don’t know at what cost?
My home is easy to find, just inquire “where is the blooded paradise, Kashmir?”

Imprisioned …# Kashmir

Even if I choose to remain quiet
My emotions ignites the voice within
I can’t help my hands to rest
They want to write the plight of my soul
Now, I don’t introduce my name to the people
I simply say them from where I belong
And I am alive by the grace of God


My conscious have become insomniac
It keeps rattling with the stories of my valley
I know, Kashmir is burning
I keep searching ashes in my dreams
But I find soil drenched in tears
My soul curses these tyrants and their tyranny
I break when I imagine a mother
Who tells her son to wake up from the sleep of death
she knows, tomorrow there would no sun for her son
Because these tyrants have slaughtered him to death


Stories of Autumn have faded deep in winter
Now we see seasons changing in a day
Either bloody or dry
Imprisioned inside the bricks of our own
Afraid to look out of the window
Because weak glass pans can’t save you
Only God can listen
To the imprisioned hearts inside imprisioned homes