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Monday, December 17, 2018

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...

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...

‘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...

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...

2010 Martyrs – A Remembrance

In the deserts of life They danced To the smiles and cries Of the only flower Blooming in their garden Of hope. They protected him From everything. Even hid him From the...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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. ...

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...

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...

Madhosh Balhami responds to a tribute to his lost poems

مدہوش بالہامی بنامِ زابرہ فاضلی تاریخ۔ 12 اپریل 2018 زابرہ میری بیٹی اے میری نورِ بصر مرہمِ زخمِ جگر میرے لٸے ہیں تیرے جزبات ایسا لگتا ہے کہ...

“I Am Flower” – A poem reflecting the pain of a rape victim

I AM FLOWER My name is rose, Just blossomed, in the heavenly Garden I sang with the Birdies and butterflies Without fear and agony I played hide and seek, Inside...

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...

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