In the heart…
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
TEARS OF SIN
Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by mirage of happiness
Sins committed knowingly have left me dry inside and
Keep hurting my heart and soul with shame and guilt
I Pray for the tears to flow
Washing away the dark ink of my heart
Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness
I want even my smile, moisturised with the tears
Preventing it to go too far to turn to laugh
Laughing makes me forgettable of the past
And alone I fear of
the sudden remembrance of those sins in between
That leave me deserted in sadness
Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness
Life has no doors to escape from dead moments
If it would have been a book, I would have torn the pages of sin
Burden of sins is heavily on the souls
Regrets and deep down sorrows left there
I am a believer in ONE GOD
Believing that, GOD would forgive my sins
Faith and hope are what keep me walking
Saving my soul from the waves of existing sins
Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness
Is Not Destiny Ahead?
Is not the destiny ahead?
Then stop and ease for a while
Nothing is lost, no hope had died
Still the dreams are alive
Pain is like a season and will pass too
Imagine the sun and rain, both are winsome
Why should not I tell you about the snow in my Land?
White and pure
My hands shiver in the cold, but my eyes dazzle with brightness
The struggle of my land had taught me love
Like a lesson written in the book
It is true that Kashmir is beautiful
But our tears are more
They hide and express every emotion
They reflect in our smiles like the images on the mirror
We have learnt to live with them as a blessing
As the pious souls shed them remembering Allah
A mother in the memory of her martyred son
They flow from the eyes of the father, sister and friend too
Carrying the burden of our sufferings
And address them to Allah
Making our tounges to utter the same line
Is not destiny ahead?
Peace is yet to come
A Smile
My smile is just an unspoken words of pain
I touched the soil and felt no love of rain
I wanted to cry out my tears to feel that touch
But what could you expect from this harsh desert?
Yes! My smile is just an unspoken words of pain
My laugh is squalling of my heart
I succeed by remaining unrecognisable
What have I became inside
A story of millions of tears
Keeps flowing like a Brooke of my scenery
I blur the pain but lost I stand
In search of peace and happiness
My unspoken words of pain have become a smile
But deep I cry
I have become a tale of my valley
Not heard anywhere in the cities
Poem without A Poet
O poet!
You are known to play with the words
But, I am not the one
I write them as they are
I write tears as tears
I write pain as pain
I write them as they are
O poet!
Could you play with my words
And change their meaning
So that,
What I always saw in my Valley
Would remain hidden in my lines
Making them also a poem
But not written by a poet
It will Remain…
Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far
It’s stories has distances in them
But hearts feel the presence
It merges day in dreams
And night in thoughts
Adorns every season with its charm
Be it winter, be it summer
Be it autumn, be it spring
It is not a choice
It just happens
It is love
Not a decision
Embellished by both
Words and silence
Recreates emotions
Recreates passion
Gifts both
Tears and smile
Love is the reason, why
life is beautiful
Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far
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
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
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
