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
Tag: Tears
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
Remembering Allah
O shackles of the world!
Break down and let me free
My soul is not from the place
Where my body belongs
Let me drown
In the remembrance of the One
To Whom belongs all
From the particle of dust to the stars
You see above
What we boast about?
Forgetting, from where we came
Forgetting, where we have to go
My pride falls too low
When I imagine my dead end
Picturing myself lying in the grave
To be left alone with nothing of the world
That I owned for some days
Only thing I feel real are the tears
That I shed in remembering my Lord
I came alone
I will leave alone
But my Lord never left me alone
And only unto HIM is my return
A Letter to my Mother in Kashmir
O, my mother!
I know, it has been a long time
since we talked to each other
I know, you would be restless
to inquire about my condition
I am fine, my mother
I keep remembering you
in my heart and prayers
I know what I mean for you
But don’t be upset over this separation
I have put my trust in Allah
And I know he will keep you safe
in the caged valley
My request to you is that
be grateful and thankful to Allah
that your son is still alive
O, my mother!
although it is very heavy for me to say
and for you to listen
There is another mother in our valley
who has lost her son
the piece of her heart
the light of her eyes
the happiness of her life
her everything
when I start feeling that pain
my heart screams inside me
that grave keeps haunting me
where her final kiss on his face resides
It almost makes me lost
lost in her unimaginable pain
And only hope and prayer that brings me to life
that Allah will return her son in the paradise
Amen!
But my mother
I am fine
I just miss you
THE WAY
When everything was taken away
That was the time I learned to live
Because only life was left with me
With the certain death always near it
Even the silent wind started to speak
But it was me unaware
Those words were also mine
That came from the deep rooted memories
I still remember that road
Abandoned by people long ago
Kept wondering why only I am walking
And what is ahead of me?
Oh! that window then with new pans
Was shattered by those stones
I also wanted to throw one
but when I bowed, got hold of broken glasses
Unheard thing out of myself
Started ringing my ears
I tried to just close them
But those words kept seeping through my fingers
I went to the side of the river
Dipping my hands into the water
For dropping those heavy words
But its water was more heavy to take them in
I sat there waiting and trying
At last I again left for the same road
Not knowing where would I reach
Just in search of life in me
I saw a gardener in between
Watering the dry soil with a smile
A nightingale was witnessing that
I understood, it was the delight of coming flowers
My tiredness broke me to my knees
In middle of nowhere with darkness all around
With a heavy heart full of tears
But my eyes were not giving them the way to flow
I heard a beautiful voice from somewhere
The eyes opened up to see a light
I followed and found the God’s house
Surrounded by the mercy everywhere
I went inside and fell in prostration
My eyes began to flow with the tears
The burden of those words was vanished
It was the day when I lived my real life
Today, I may have everything
But those tears of that day
And The life of those momente
Is again on a search in me
I still have those broken glasses
What if that window is far away
But hope is there to find the new panes
So to fix it and leave it new again
VALLEY OF GRAVES
Dry leaves are scratching the pavement, as the wind blows
no one is around to listen to their crackling sound
Everyone has returned to their dwelling
After burying one more martyr
In the valley of graves
For the whole winter, the sky kept shedding tears
To wash the blood over this piece of land
In preparation for the spring to arrive
To return the melody of forgone birds
Perching on the almond trees
Singing to those ears which now hear nothing but
the songs of separation
Separation of love and the loved ones
This separation is unending for this life
This pain is immortal in the grains of heart
Which has now remained a heap of sand
About to liquify to take the feet within
For what other purpose the cheeks are there
only for rolling down the tears of affliction
Peace!
The face smirks when ears hear that word
Paradise!
Can’t be synonymous to the name of this land
The beauty of snow has faded away
Behind the scars chiseled all along
What are we here?
Living dead in the valley of graves
The world knows her by “KASHMIR”
Die Trying
From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying
whether that even being alone
to hell with the world
what if it forgets your name tomorrow
what has it remembered till now?
the wars are still there
the people are still dying
millions in my land are under siege
millions out there are being killed
in the name of peace
some lines from my friend
are still fresh in my mind
that you win the war
only when the humanity wins
the war to kill
is a loss to everyone
humanity dies every day
where I live
the tears in the eyes of a mother
speaks everything
when they take her world away
what world would you offer her to live?
yes, I mention her in every writing
because every day someone loses her son
the pain has no resemblance
a blot on the face of us
who call themselves humans
I can’t watch her to loose
which she loves the most
I can’t watch her wail
watching her son being taken to grave
these are not just words in my heart
this is all what I have
From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying
