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Monday, December 11, 2017

Happy Independence Day To You – Poem

Happy Independence day to you,Not to me;Today I became a strangerMy land is invaded & occupiedI became a homeless wandererYou set my heavens ablazeAnd...

I Remember You, Oh! My Father

I have lost you O' Father I have lost you to bullets What a fateful night it was! It is there for all eternity ...

A Letter To Mother

My mum is the most courageous woman She is not even afraid of wolves She’ll defeat all enemies for me If she knew that I am no...

‘Anonymous’ Hair Chopper – I Am Not Afraid

Why just me? as I hear and I see, they whisper and make commentary ah! she walks so gaudily they form a choice in liberty. I have to see...

Sing Me Freedom, Sing Me Cries

sing me blood, sing me life sing me a story, sing a prise sing me revolution, sing me fear sing me martyrdom, sing me tears sing me...

Everyone Is Dead

The news broke and The world was no longer a host. The night began to beam And the morning Shrouded in veil Source: Rebel Politik With every drop of blood. The Jehlum...

A Festival Inside Four Walls

I could hear the noise saying the moon was sighted. Joy all around, the festival was tomorrow and I wasn’t excited.I stared at the moon,...

I Am Not Blind

On my right, I see a man With long moustaches Standing in jackboots Firm on the ground, lose on self. I see him in the eyes, then I see...

A Poem On An Afternoon Which Made No Sense

1. The Crimson scratch across the sky is oozing Red milk; bitter and hot. Is that how God bleeds?! Or weeps?! Or is it just what it is- An indifferent...

THE WAILING EID

The wailing Eid proclaims the dawn of happiness But how would people listen When their ears covered with wails and screams? How would they see the decoration...

The Young Blood Of My Soil

Your one smile can blot out a moment of woe; Your one cheer can lift a despairing soul; A gleam of thee eyes can flare...

Jamia Masjid – Why Are You Shackled?

Standing Tall, With Kashmir. I dreamt last night; there was some hoot, On your minarets, the skies were frowning. They were clad with black clouds of the...

Kashmir – A River Of Blood

For how long shall our blood be spilled? For how long shall we be shackled? Sister wails at the death of her brother, Showkat. ...

Until The Last One Is Down

No, I am not blind, I can see you, tear apart the scarf, from her head, the bangles broken, laying on the floor, I can see your hands,...

Strange Colours Of Kashmir

Under the wide grey Behind those high blues There is a red vale In the name of green Where every dark scar Is deeper than a black holeWhere meadows...

Arrhythmic Rhythm Hallucinations

Wish I was a barbed wire, Waiting to be cut open And be trampled upon, rolled and shelved. Never to be used again. Photo: Kashmir Observer Wish I was...

I Will Survive

You may curb my voice against your tyrant crown And beat me blue or blood brown You may strike my body down And tear it into shreds...

Kashmir Will Rise Again

From the defrosting flake of my Snow; From the rusted strand of my Saffron; From the abscised leaves of my Chinar; From the drips of ale of...

Wails From The Vale – Kashmir

I cry I wail I mourn, Rain soaked Embracing an hour-long pseudo worldly charm. Forgotten are my vows, To be steadfast like my ancestors! Yet again, I cry I wail I mourn, Blood letting in this ill-fated...

They Took Her Away!

Twisting and turning, staring through the window, everything felt so silent. And lying on the bed in a room so hushed with a head so...

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