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Kashmir – A River Of Blood

For how long shall our blood be spilled? For how long shall we be shackled? Redemption has to be divine, For our ranks have been left asunder; Overtly by a foe, Whom, for the centuries to come, we will remember. The facade of murky haze shall vanish, And a new dawn...

A Tribute To The Innocent Face

Let the world answer his tears Let the world watch his heart break Let the world listen to his cries Let the world see his innocence Let the world know what he had lost Isn't it time for him to play? But he is...

Everyone Is Dead

The news broke and The world was no longer a host. The night began to beam And the morning Shrouded in veil With every drop of blood. The Jehlum turned crimson As I could speak of valor The trees began To rumble Remains of A blazen Chinar, Torn motherland! Everyone is dead, Waleed There is none to wail Or...

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...

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 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....

A Poem On An Afternoon Which Made No Sense

1. The Crimson scratch across the sky is oozing Red milk; bitter and hot. Is that how God bleeds?! Or weeps?! Or is it just what it is- An indifferent sky above us Feeding red mana To the ungrateful hungry... 2. You cannot burn the darkness, That has crept into your blind eyes, By all...

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...

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...

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...

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Six Ways To Stop ‘Braid-Chopping’ Incidents In Kashmir

With over hundred cases of braid-chopping in Kashmir, the incidents have not only created hysteria but also fear in the masses. The government that...

Braid Chopping – Women’s Voices from Downtown

It seems as if the Kashmiris haven’t had enough yet! The bullets and pellets now have a partner in crime to haunt poor valleyites...

Downtown Locks Doors To Braid Chopper

The braid chopper is here... It is neither a supernatural power nor a witch or a ghost. The pattern of it is that as soon...

The Love Birds Of Dystopia

She smacked the table and left the thud restless. This is the beat of her life too -- restless. She grabs her red sling bag...
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