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Sunday, August 19, 2018

I Am Kashmir – An Honest And Painful Poem About Kashmir

By Sauliha YaseenThey always spoke of how beautiful I was. I was an attraction, a possession highly valued. They waged wars, shed blood. None...

Snow, Resistance

It’s snowing in my land Where blood still runs Through the lanes And wounds are still Afresh Will somebody up there In the clouds check – the one who’s pouring These...

Cry Of A Kashmiri Baby

A nine-month-old, Rendered helpless and cold, Her mother has been murdered, Killer’s have their hold. Who will quench my thirst, when I scream in angst? Who will satiate my...

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...

Madhosh Balhami – A Tribute

witness these words stand to the loss on the fifteen of March of blood and words that burned under the humble roof of Balhami who opened his heart...

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. ...

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...

When it snows Red

I opened the curtains and watched the thick, heavy snowflakes falling without an end. Cold metallic bullets sailed amidst swirling, silent snowflakes. Outside frozen streets shrouded...

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...

So must have been she!

Sometimes days turn into nights and nights spilled into months and we hadn’t seen each other. I knew she wouldn’t venture out; neither did...

Let’s See Kashmir On The Cloud Nine

One dies, next fifteen join We are all the same coin Son of a teacher, and the lion Gave his dreams to see us...

Tainted Survival – A Poem In memory of Kunan Poshpora Rape Victims

By Iqra AkhoonMy Dumbstruck body with clotted blood, endure tortuous days and terrible nights.Silence stuck in throat That Strives to cry . Forms quite dew drops In deep arid well.Aching...

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...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

‘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...

Autumn – A Poem

Little Leaves Fall Softly Down Red And Yellow, Orange And Brown Whirling, Twirling Round And Round Falling Softly To The Ground Little Leaves Fall Softly Down To Make A...

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,...

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