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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 With every drop of blood. The Jehlum turned crimson As I could speak of valor The trees began To rumble Remains of A blazen Chinar, Torn motherland! Everyone is dead, Waleed There is none to wail Or...

Jamia Masjid – Why Are You Shackled?

I dreamt last night; there was some hoot, On your minarets, the skies were frowning. They were clad with black clouds of the hour. And some black birds over them were hovering. Their rustle of feathers was wailing; Lamenting our cowardice or helplessness, may be. It woke me up early...

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 sky above us Feeding red mana To the ungrateful hungry... 2. You cannot burn the darkness, That has crept into your blind eyes, By all...

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 in his hands An Automatic Kalashnikov Ready to break loose. I see the same men All around me. A seven million. On my right....

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 land, Reminded by innocent tulip buds, What yesterday was and what today is! I cry I...

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 my Jhelum; I will rise; I will rise Wailing for my martyred son, From the cry of a...

Kashmir – A River Of Blood

For how long shall our blood be spilled? For how long shall we be shackled? Redemption has to be divine, For our ranks have been left asunder; Overtly by a foe, Whom, for the centuries to come, we will remember. The facade of murky haze shall vanish, And a new dawn...

Kashmir Every Day

Today, as the day progressed, Checking my cell, I stressed. More, I see dead and more hurt Have to mourn and spurt, Bloody land, blood in air, Teary eyes cry in despair, I often think and ask this question, Who's next? Why not none? Why more boys' faces...

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 vibrant, that night stillness felt violent. https://youtu.be/6s6CEFm8j88 She was not with me, miles away but my heart felt her warmth,...

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 of joy? When their mystic home is coated with blood? How would they see the crescent moon When their kids are butchered in...

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