Poems

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...

The Glory Of Martyrs – A Poem

Here is a tribute to the heroes who sacrifice their today for the betterment of our tomorrow. Bare Chests and open eyes against formidable power Out under the dark sky, the pensive mood has lifted everyone The solitude and melancholy are togetherly shared The loss is unitedly grieved The...

Our Lives Are Not Numbers – To Be Counted And Forgotten

The valley of dreams and hope Of wild grass and free air Now it holds bloodied tears Yet strangely, not despair For it is the valley of hope and dreams And forever, it will remain so They can pull off our eyes, not our sight Our spirits will only grow Thousands have...

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...

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...

I Am Kashmir – An Honest And Painful Poem About Kashmir

i am kashmir
They always spoke of how beautiful I was. I was an attraction, a possession highly valued. They waged wars, shed blood. None would let me go. I am Habba Khatoon who sang songs into the autumn air, waiting for her beloved I was taught how to live with...

Innocence Lost Due To A Stray Bullet

Should I be proud of a much-praised umbrella That democracy is our hope and solution for peace? Rights laid out in written verses so great sounding? To obtain this delight we must put shoulder to yoke, As we're told to trust in our proven inefficient courts,...

A Trembling Poem

a trembling poem thunders of freedom stitched with blood drowns in the soul or blows up the numb patience i shut myself away (in the single eternal moment) suffering memories grow edges (like swords) the throat-cut flowers in the heart bleed moonlight so brave yet quiet still the stars (full of scars) are looking for echoes in a trembling poem

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....

To My Mother – Asiya Andrabi’s Son Writes A Poem For Her

asiya andrabi
Contentment Mother, your heart is so beautiful, so restful and solacing! A kiss on the forehead strengthens me to go through all that I'm facing. Your words so encouraging, and your presence so enthralling! You hold me while I'm falling apart, and bield me while I'm failing! He laid...

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