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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 hole Where meadows are lush But glum with grief Where the echoes are mere airs moving Habitual of such shrieks I see hawks searching For their prey I see...

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...

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...

Tribute To Chadoora Martyrs And Their Description

  Descriptions of  the Martyrs: (By Omair Bhat) 1) Saqib - wears a cap. torn jeans. beard has not sprouted yet, maybe, still a boy, a very young boy. Eyes: the color of the brass moon. in a recent photograph, on Facebook, standing against a wall, he is...

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...

Rosh’e Walla Myani Dilbaro With English Translation

I couldn’t find the poet of this song, I think it’s Habba Khatoon but I am not sure. If you know who it is, please let me know in the comments. I have tried to translate it to the best of my ability, in...

Wish My Home Was Paneless – काश मेरे घर में खिड़कियाँ ना होतीं – A Poem

Old house
Everyone needs to read this Hindi poem about Kashmir titled 'Kash Mere Ghar Mein Khirkiyan Na Hoti ' puts one's feelings to words as to how one wishes to rather live a life of isolation than to witness the genocide happening in Kashmir. काश मेरे घर...

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...

Three Coffins In A Row

Three in a line The coffins. Painted red Their bodies. They are moist The eyes. Bruised yet again The hearts. The question that haunts: For how long?  Young boys there Lay lifeless And the living Die Daily. For how long?  I ask! Send your contributions to write@withkashmir.com to get featured. Share...

A Tribute To The Wailing Boy

A few sound shots reverberated in air. I conceived it was the Army's drill rumble. Going on away, far away from my home. It persisted for a while and speed up momently. As I ventured out it was the gunfire. A loud explosion and the building crumble. Billows of smoke...

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Bringing Back The Lost Paradise, Kashmir

Prague, Czech Republic “Tu mera noor he Tu mera he fakhar Zakhmi he thoda, thoda ziddi Kashmir, yeh lahu luhaan pal tu thode or seh le, Majboor hun kayar...

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...

Deepak Kalal – The Indian Tourist with a ‘Moh’

https://www.instagram.com/p/BR28hFXjgdM Earlier this year, a tourist in a 'canoe' was recording a video, explaining his experience of Kashmir. It was not the usual certificate of...

An Open Letter To The People Of India On Their Independence Day – From...

Dear people of India, happy 70 years of Independence. Congratulations on your freedom (Azaadi) from a foreign occupation. You fought the British bravely and...
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