Poems

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 I wait for her glimpse near her house. Sometimes I knew curfew was the villain of our love, so were the...

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 in silence, whispered tales of broken hearts. Under the pale yellow glow of the lamp-light, dogs barking on the sudden silence...

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 hunger, in the winter thunder? Who will sing me songs and lullabies, and comfort me to...

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 Carpet On The Ground. Then, Swish, The Wind Comes Whistling By And Sends Them Dancing To The Ground. Share this poem with...

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 flakes Might it be my occupier In his vain effort To hide the...

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 up the sky; Your one laugh can conquer upon a gloom. Your one lash can wake the dream; Your one...

‘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 the earthy dust, by lowering my gaze. but they are free to trace, first my face, then my body under the lace upon they...

Arrhythmic Rhythm Hallucinations

With Kashmir poem
Wish I were a barbed wire, Waiting to be cut open And be trampled upon, rolled and shelved. Never to be used again. Wish I were a lock Waiting to be broken, not opened. Broken to render me unusable forever. The lock that cuffs innocents and imprisons the oppressed. Wish I...

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 & yet not frown I ‘ve survived many such strokes by cruel crown I will survive ..I’ve survived…I always will survive. Whatever...

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 bullets, sing me cries sing me lullaby, sing me souls sing me truth, sing a corps sing me hope,...

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Rozdari is here, What does it hold for Kashmiris?

It is that time of the year again. Rozdars will be pretty delighted. Scores of lamb will be slaughtered in the back-alleys of Srinagar, limbs...

Six Exceptional Instagrammers from Kashmir

Tired of refreshing your timeline and finding the same old pictures? The same old quotes. Same old sketches. You tapped the right link. Scroll down...

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...

Kashmir’s Asaram Bapu that no one wants to talk about

Year 2002, I was 14, when my uncle came across Aijaz Sheikh, also known as Aijaz Molvi, who claimed to have memorised the Quran....
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