Poetry
Of Memory and Desire
Often when this lazy moon here (A fluorescent smear on black skin of night) Rises slowly From behind this winter blighted tree And mist of silence Hanging between its solitary branches Percolates into the depths Of cold empty heart Your memory rises from the stillness around In the shattered city of my being I tried to break my heart on purpose, didn’t you see? The struggle, sweat, the hammered down track And the scanty prize When the glacier refused to crack Nothing broke But one overstretched hope. Your memory rises from the stillness inside Darkness...
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I am Kashmir A bleeding tale a burning asylum.The shrinking hope the blinking dream the mourning scream the heaven of miseries.I am KashmirMy waters turn red spilling...
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Day and Night
Morning of a day and blackness of a night To meet each other, they always fight The love of sun and moon is pure and right To see his beloved shining bright, the...
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Let My Silence Speak
The trucks, the cars and the buses pass by Each time our eyes meet, you don’t let me lie Why do you have to ask me that why do I Look out of the window...
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Poetry
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Chinar
Of Memory and Desire
Often when this lazy moon here (A fluorescent smear on black skin of night) Rises slowly From behind this winter blighted tree And mist of silence Hanging between its solitary branches Percolates into the depths Of cold empty heart Your memory rises from the stillness around In the shattered city of my being I tried to break my heart on purpose, didn’t you see? The struggle, sweat, the hammered down track And the scanty prize When the glacier refused to crack Nothing broke But one overstretched hope. Your memory rises from the stillness inside Darkness...
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Indian Poems
I Am Kashmir
I am Kashmir A bleeding tale a burning asylum.The shrinking hope the blinking dream the mourning scream the heaven of miseries.I am KashmirMy waters turn red spilling the blood of innocence the chastity molested morality nipped by the claws of oppression I am Kashmir Waiting for the dawn the revolution the “Daughter of oppression” to waif the persecution to heal the wounds of suppression for yawing the desert into garden the abode of peace and tranquility unity and equality with no place for religion the reign of humanity. Oh...
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Day
Day and Night
Morning of a day and blackness of a night To meet each other, they always fight The love of sun and moon is pure and right To see his beloved shining bright, the sun gives away his light Moon always tends to thank her lover But its the light which makes it impossible; ever I have a good news for these true lovers That on judgement day you will hug each other This is the promise not from me but from the almighty For he appreciates true love and sincerity. — Zubair has completed his high school and is preparing for college. He likes poetry...
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Indian Poems
Let My Silence Speak
The trucks, the cars and the buses pass by Each time our eyes meet, you don’t let me lie Why do you have to ask me that why do I Look out of the window to hide that i am shy Shy of laughing unabashedly and speaking my heart out Shy of cutting through the air and shout Shy of stop contemplating and clear my mind Shy of loosening my fists to unwind Your silence raises a pertinent question That why is my silence creating another world of imagination Do you really think that you really dont know That vulnerability cannot...
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Kashmir Poetry
Of Memory and Desire
Often when this lazy moon here (A fluorescent smear on black skin of night) Rises slowly From behind this winter blighted tree And mist of silence Hanging between its solitary branches Percolates into the depths Of cold empty heart Your memory rises from the stillness around In the shattered city of my being I tried to break my heart on purpose, didn’t you see? The struggle, sweat, the hammered down track And the scanty prize When the glacier refused to crack Nothing broke But one overstretched hope. Your memory rises from the stillness inside Darkness...
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The Goldsmith
A peasant lady once in the town Playful, joyful; clad in kashmiri gown Travels forth in search of prize hitherto A memento she would take back home Her eyes catch glittering glimpses suddenly On the most fancied shop in old town lately She advanced in awe, clasping her jaw Marching on trampling her own feet ‘Come my lady make your wish I, the Goldsmith, am at your service’ Ah! Our peasant lady is already in love With a glittering necklace hanging above Give me that finest ornamental piece I will take that, only that! The lady pleads The...
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Drops
Over a mountain on a windy morning A cloud was born when the sun was rising Thunder and lightning were fighting a night before Soon sun began to shine on spoils without noticing Let not the sun overtake our playground in shining All the peaks in the mountain were conspiring Ha! Exclaimed the arrogant sun Fear my presence, both thunder and lightning Cloud, a hurdle in mountains’ fight, they thought We lay still, while it makes its useless flight Tis Sun who made the clouds bright. Loathsome mountains envy day and night Thunder, lightning unlike...
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Kashmir
Vote
I vote for the innocents who are no more I vote to make them immortal I salute the martyrs I vote their kith and kin I vote their tolerance and patience I vote their charity and sacrifice I pledge not to cast! But vote Not at all for the backstabbers They sold us for their benefits You stop pissing about.. We are no more fools We are determined to come back When we are so we are Its our wit that makes us men Its our dream to wipe out your drama The drama in which you are leaders Shame on you, masked men Shame on your quisling dialog I...
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Assam
A foreigner at home
Last night they came, the big fat men. They had chalks in their hands, some ropes and scales and obscure maps. They drew a line and they divided my land. My bedroom fell in the country where I was born, While my toilet was now in the new country, they just formed! It didn’t bother me much till i heard the rumors floating about. Some said i am an immigrant, while others claimed i am a foreigner in my own house. Idle minds, I thought bitterly; i was filled with sadness and anger. This is the land of my ancestors, my family legacy, the property...
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Kashmir
I
I, the undersigned disaster,
Accept your feat.
The preface you signed,
The prelude of deceit.
I, the undersigned void,
Accept your apology.
I return the shroud,
Of your elusive poetry.
I, the undersigned villain,
Accept your benevolence.
I return the misread claim,