The Valley's Veins
Where mountains weep a silent tear,
And Chinar leaves turn crimson near,
A whisper rises, soft and low,
Of stories that the valleys know.
Of voices hushed, and spirits bound,
On hallowed, ancient, sacred ground,
They rise, not fueled by hate's dark flame,
But justice, whispered in each name.
The chains that bind, they yearn to break,
For futures that their children make,
Not shadowed by the past's despair,
But bathed in freedom's golden air.
From Srinagar's heart to Gulmarg's grace,
A yearning burns in every face,
For peace that blooms, and truth that sings,
And hope on fragile, hopeful wings.
They seek no war, no violent fight,
But dignity, and what is right,
Their voices echo, clear and strong,
A symphony against the wrong.
Though trials come, and shadows fall,
Their spirit answers freedom's call,
With patient strength, and hearts so bold,
A story waiting to unfold.
Sehrab Sathoo
Categories:
chinar, depression, desire, destiny, imagery,
Form: Free verse
O hollowing gales,take me to the breathtaking sights
Where dreams abide and love resides
in the ensemble of butterflies
and beautiful summer skies
where morining sparrows narrate the lore of romantic lovers
and sunny spells were followed by scattered showers
you are my queen in both realms
In reality and in my dreams
Where the days are inlets of pleasure
and nights have all the hidden treasure
if love is in the heart
someday it will burst into art
Where the oceans are rising with passion
and the lovers are treated with compassion
As you knocked on my heart
every ounce of my being fell apart
Where hearts are dancing with glee
under the lovely shades of chinar tree
Let me taste different flavours on the tongue
In the folds of green and young
07-02-2022
Categories:
chinar, 7th grade, absence, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
I belong to an abscondered valley...
Where people are squandered by the armed moochers...
The whimsical parasites are more bigoted than a malingerer...
A false dogma- to Shanghai , to deadlock and then to murder; is what they feel their pride on...
To witness massacres, mopes and moodiness is all what they yearn to flourish for...
The lewd creatures feel they are husky enough to eradicate anyone coming their dirty way...
To kill the husbands and maim the children; is what they feel is their timepass fun...
They ridicule the senile ones too,...
They are fiendish draftsman and a plague for the entire kind...
The time coming will surely make them pallid and relentless would the time be...
The devout would rise and finish the remaining flithe...
For I believe my home will be free as it once stood...
Bounded by mountains, the children will be busy playing hopscotch and hide and seek...
The lovers would be enjoying the early spring in the meadows so high and bright...
The Chinar leaves will bid a rustling goodbye...
The place called paradise would be synonymous withy valley...
For the fact ,..., it is actual heaven; if it exists on earth...
Categories:
chinar, anger, autumn, emotions,
Form: Free verse
27 October, this day.
In the garb of security,
The uniformed men landed here.
All the mountains surrounding our land,
Became red,
Foretelling mass blood loss!
Under the boots of uniformed men,
From free state,
Every Chinar leaf turned slave!
Categories:
chinar, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
VISIT-I
On taking leave
Nafisa gave
A Chinar leaf.
Chart of tears
Glowed in it.
Mist nestled trees.
Stars melted
In Jhelum.
Bluish hearts
Flew over as moths.
VISIT-II
Curfew torn streets
Speeding army trucks.
Election posters
Plastered wounds.
Gunned down twilight
Fluttered in the Dal lake.
Alone,at night
To Chasmeshahli.
Haunted in memories
In Gulmarg.
At Khulanmarg
As destitute.
Infront
Hurriedly
A Chinar leaf falls
Glued
In human flesh and blood.
Frightened Jhelum
Flows feverish.
*Jhelum, a river.
Categories:
chinar, love
Form: Concrete