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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...

The Poetry Month on a Facebook Page

January has indeed been a delectable fest of poetry, in Koshur Qalam , a Facebook group of writers from Kashmir. It warmed my heart in this chilly month. Intellectually stimulating, immensely enriching and wonderfully edifying, the delicious imagery and metaphors, the lilting...

Tainted Survival – A Poem In memory of Kunan Poshpora Rape Victims

My Dumbstruck body with clotted blood, endure tortuous days and terrible nights. Silence stuck in throat That Strives to cry . Forms quite dew drops In deep arid well. Aching heart with heavy sighs, Those taunts and scolds, Those unbearable fies, And my firm belief To tackle it hard. Those books never dried bears which, the history Of my...

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...

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...

Do Not Forget Yasmeena – A Poem

I thought I lost my brother But it was my mother that lost her daughter. Tell me; Where had I gone wrong? Is it because I ran along To save Moin and take him to mom and bring him back home? Is it because I acted like a sister fighting with the...

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...

Cheerith Be Haave Yas Dil With English Translation

This is a famous poem of Bashir Dada. In this poem, the central theme revolves around the wishes of a lover. This is my interpretation of the verses, your interpretation might be different. Errors and omissions regretted. Cheerith be haave yas dil, mye gasum su...

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...

Kashmir Turned Into Karbala Tonight

On the staircase of Kashmir’s night, ghosts of death dance in celebration. Skies remain frozen up to the last horizon, corpses lay scattered across the mirror of Dal. The song of David breaks into snowflakes, dissolving in earth like a muffled elegy. Clocks march through sopur and...

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