Story to God #Kashmir

I am on a walk till the sun sets

I see the oceans crying

with the tides of tears

to meet a soul that left

for the last journey

from earth to the heavens

for never to return

but he told me that

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where I as a son

was separated from my mother

where my own father

shattered before my coffin

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where the buds are shot

for the fear of growing up in flowers

and the winds keep weeping

out of the smoke of their weapons

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

where bodies are dragged

peeling their honour

before the blind eyes of the law

law of injustice and tyranny

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the raid of nights

of the bullets in days

of the blood on the road

of the terror in the hearts

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the torture of the bodies

of the screams out of pain

of the brutalities in the jails

of the reign of oppression

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the eyes torn by pellets

of the darkness in their eyes

of the end of their dreams

of the tears which are hopeless

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the unmarked graves

of the disappeared beings

of the orphans living

of the half widows waiting

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

of the hideous massacres

of the pool of blood

of the denial of justice

of the suppression of the voice

I will tell the God

the story of my valley

the story of Kashmir

bleeding everywhere

waiting for the next martyr

to rest under the soil

UNDEFINED

UNDEFINED

That window of that beautiful broken room
By which you used to stand swinging its one part
To see my reflection through its pans
I knew not then, what it was
But I know now that it was something undefined

So let it remain like that
Undefined and beautiful beyond the walls of our hearts
Let those around there fade away
So for me to be there again
And for you again to see me through the pans of that window
Neither you would be bearing to see my face
Nor I would be bearing to see yours
The wall of that room might be hiding
You to me
And me to you
But its of no avail to our hearts

Let that shyness remain in its true essence
Like a pearls in its shell
Let the waves emerging inside
Keep strolling nearby
Touching it with sheer unawareness
To give depth to its undefined nature

That window may be still there
Remembering you and me
Waiting to see us again
Undefined and unaddressed
Recalling the beautiful shyness hidden in those walls
Asking them who they were?
Where they went?
The walls would be replying with a soulful answer
“They may be far
But their story still lies on your pans
And one day they may come searing
For that something , what was undefined between them”

SOMEONE FAR AWAY

SOMEONE FAR AWAY

I will be again someone far away
From your sight and heart inside you
That’s how you have accepted me to be
A shadow which only exists
When light from your forgotten beats
For me enlighten my dying memories in you
Then again it fades away
As if it is again like someone far away
When I will come back to the town
I will keep hiding my face
Even from the glasses of the windows
For you not to see
But would it matter then?
Because you would have already forgotten me
Like someone far away
I will take my shadow back with me
To listen to its epic tales of separation
Maybe then I will understand the reasons
Of these forgetful stories
Now, I alone write these words and read them
Because my heart is very heavy, carrying these unknown feelings
So I keep scattering them among these lines
And my shadow cover them to give them meaning
But I remain the same for you
Someone far away

UNENDING

UNENDING

I fear that it should not remain an incomplete story
Its unending ending will keep chasing my deep imaginations
Knocking my soul to keep a wide door open
For all the pain to enter blazing my emotions
It will keep my dreams burning in my eyes
I will wish for tears but before flowing, they will dry
With every step and every blink, I will be sighing
I will try to cry but who will listen to my voiceless heart
Which is left soaked in the ink to write the ending part
I am turning pages after the last words to find the remaining
But everyday they are the same, silent and blank
But their stamps with ink of blankness are on my heart
Let its unending end break me once for all
Because I don’t to be broken with every passing moment
The battle is intense with the story on the line
Waiting to get over for to get the remaining
The way it hurt me with its unending ending
In the same way, I will hurt it back by keeping it until that last word
And will start writing a new one to make it jealous of its owns words
The way it left me burning, I will leave it unending

HERO OF WOODS

HERO OF WOODS

Once, I was walking along a brooke
To find the happiness for the lost paradise
At dawn I started till dusk began to appear
Still I was nowhere near the treasure 
As night started covering the day
I saw sparkling drops flowing with water
At first I thought I was dreaming
But soon their brightness pinched me into reality
My curiosity overcame my daylong fatigue
And I started to apprehend what they read

“There was hero in the woods of a valley
With fair color and heart full of bravery
His nights spent under the canopy of sky
His day in the shade of trees of paradise
He measured the chest of the mountains
With feet of hope and in search of life
And being a witness of the deserted valley
Which long time ago fell to savagery
He hid his tears of pain for his land
And with them vanished in the woods
Soon God made him the hope
Of the despaired roots of the woods
It’s fragrance again delighted the hearts
Of the folks and the dejected life
It’s greenery again appeared to bring freedom
For the birds which long time ago went away
Those woods were again on the song
With the music from swirling winds
The paradise returned to the valley
With a hero of hearts of its beings”

“But now our hero is lost
Since then the woods are crying
It’s tears are flowing in this brooke 
Which started with the hidden tears of the hero
Take some water from this stream
And put it on the wound of the paradise
For it would heel her
But would not being back the happiness 
And take these hidden tears of the hero
There is a flower on his grave
With scars of deep meaning and feeling
Sprinkle it on that flower to quench its thirst”

I fell down on my knees
And took that water and hidden tears
From that brooke and came back to the valley