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I Am Kashmir – An Honest And Painful Poem About Kashmir

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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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

2010 Martyrs – A Remembrance

In the deserts of life They danced To the smiles and cries Of the only flower Blooming in their garden Of hope. They protected him From everything. Even hid him From the thorns That belonged to him That identified with him. But they! They kept him Floating in serene waters Away from the thorns And the...

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...

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In a meeting with Shah Ghulam Qadir, the speaker of the Azad Jammu and Kashmir (AJK) Assembly, Ahmet Aydin said that Turkey is closely...

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...

India’s Onslaught on Journalists in Kashmir Continues

Paul Comiti, the award-winning French journalist has been detained by Indian administration in Kashmir. He has been held for alleged violations of his visa...
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