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We will Overcome…

You can’t silence
What you don’t want to hear
You can’t bear
The weight of our tears
You can’t escape
Your fate
For this moment you can hate
But we will rise above that
You can’t imprison
The hearts that live freedom
Although you have imprisioned our Kashmir
But God willing we will overcome this siege

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CRUMBLED

I write and then erase
The emotions are hell-bent to leave with the ink
But when I see them written, I again scratch them off
As people will see them
merely as words
questioning and raising their doubts
But who is there to understand the meaning they contain
related to my feelings

Crumbled papers have surrounded me
And in their silent presence
lie the engraved sprinkles of my emotions
I leave my chair and put the blanket over my head
Pretending to myself that I am sleeping and anonymous to the surroundings
soon that pretension erodes
I, again get lost in my emotions
This restlessness and discomposure has a voice, that is striking the walls
And when I take off the blanket of my head
I see words crawling
I get up and rub them with my palms to erase them all
But only the white paint adhere between the lines of my hand

I imagine, burning all the pages
But again reality slays my imagination to recognize
this all is deeply embedded in my heart
Now, my reticent feelings are silently screaming
In my restless sleep, they keep violently dreaming
Searching in myself my words
To free them from my fingertips
my ink of restlessness kept inside me
wants to be addressed
I write and then erase
Crumble the paper and throw
In a silent heap of silent emotions, where it belongs

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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 asked 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

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7# Kashmir (pain and silence)

20190807_011003.jpgThese are tough days

Every moment is like a nail

Every second like a hammer

My hands so helpless

Left only to hold my head

I just want to listen to their one voice

One voice from my valley

I just want to see one face

to feel that I am not alone

I don’t know why my eyes are shedding tears

I know I should be hopeful

But can’t help my emotions

The graves back there are in my dreams

They are speaking more than the living

All screams have been muted

All air has been weaponized

True, humans existed

But never humanity

Today it is Kashmir

Red its synonym

Tomorrow it could be you

So don’t be a dead in this silence

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IN YOUR DREAMS

IN YOUR DREAMS

You are like the melody of the river
Playing in the silence of my valley
I Walk along the side in the day
to see the reflection of your mysteries
And at night I sleep listening what you sing
Along with the swirling winds
When I stand besides you
You sprinkle the water droplets as you strike
The stones
When I go deep in the forest
You keep calling me with beautiful names
And when I come back you have a new song to sing
Sun sets in the west
Is the best
Moment of the day
As you dazzle in the golden light
I just can’t lift my eyes of you
As you fill the air with silent breeze
Touncing my face and my lips
I take a step to say something back
But the sun takes its light back
Speechless I stand as those moments get vanish
I return back in wait for the other day
You againg start singing the sleeping songs
And I sleep in your dreams

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STORY OF SEVERANCE

STORY OF SEVERANCE 

When I listen to the song
Sent once by you
I get lost in our story
Story of severance
Which has remained indelible

This silence
Is not a mere coincidence
It has roots deep in our hearts
Just tell me the beginning
Where it all began
Our apologies to ourselves are in vain
When even being there
We can’t help with our silent pain
Was I worthy?
I really don’t know
But what I did?
Was because I loved you like snow
White and beautiful
Which covered your heart
And froze it from me
Froze us from each other
Freezing our voices deep in the well of silence
Winter and we kept hiding from the cold
Watching the accumulating snow
Even forgot to put our footmarks on it
Which way this winter will go?
When will the spring arrive?
For that bird to sing your winter songs
And me searching you in her melody
I would ask that window for your face
For your tears and for you
I will request that bird to find you
To take a drop of tear from your golden eyes
In her beak and bring it to me
And I will keep it in my heart
To share its pain with me

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BEAUTIFUL STORIES

BEAUTIFUL STORIES 

After a long-standing silence between
Our compulsion of voiceless lips
Your first words broke the gloom
Like the piercing rays of the sun
And the words inside me
Kept deep in the well of silence
Listened to the sound of the dropping bucket
And could not help themselves to stay back
Instead came out to evaporate in your rays

And what is this beautiful between us?
I tell you to say something more
And you say to me, “there is nothing here”
I then tell you that, “It’s ok”
And you tell me back, “Just let it go”

I will surely wait
And you will see
I will surely be there
And you will see

I will steal the breeze of your valley
And will place on your lips
For you to tell me some beautiful stories
…………. beautiful stories of you and me…