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I Am That Stone

Hurled by a slinging arm i bring the storm through the air carrying within me the memories and the history hitting the armour of oppression i fall with the flight of an autumn leaf, unmoved like the smile of a martyr i am...

Season of Sorrow

Yet again, the world dances to the glory of her tulips masking the blush of her face with soiled hands, she mourns. Vivid and vivacious, her crimsons wake up to vernal spring, in solitude, she wails for the buds that ne’er bloomed. Unfolding her laden arms, she embraces...

In Solidarity With Syria

In Idlib Could I see Death Dancing invisibly With no traces Of Blood Anywhere. They say The Gas it was That choked The blossoming buds Taking them away Far away From all the chaos Of the land To a land Peaceful and serene Where death Has no powers And is As helpless as It renders us Humans here On blood-soaked Earth. Send your contributions to write@withkashmir.com to get...

Again and Again

Another killing. Another blinding. Again battered. Again bruised. Again life slipped into deep chasm of death. Again devaluing life. Again shattering of imposed normalcy. Again shattering of transient illusions, delusions. Another grave awaits. Another mother loses her life. Again and again how will she live without her chopped...

The Blood Stained Pheran

He wanted to wake up late As he knew, the daylight will Bring only misery, for his beloved Combed his black hair, put muffler And pheran, and left for his Own Funeral Bullets were restless To Pierce his bony chest Blood spout like Fountain He felt pain But didn't wept Eyes were only looking For hapless mother With...

An Ode To Kunan Poshpora Horror – That Night Of Early Spring

That was a night of departing winter, spring would soon take its turn, Chilaikalan had left its last remnants all over. Dusk set in the valley of hope, morning would be better. The land was dressed in a majestic white, this night was unusually cold, the...

For How Long?

People o people; what does freedom mean to you? Nobody seeks comfort in confinement. Do you or just tell me who? Now spare a moment, imagine a man, caged and cuffed. People do you care about him; is it a blithe disregard or are you actually bluffed? ‘What...

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