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
Incomming of tears,
Returning of fears
Killing of men:The alarming bell
So called paradise changed into hell
On the faces of all
I saw the marks of fall
On the all sunny days
I saw the dooming ways
On the all rainy days
I saw the blood fell
So called paradise changed into hell
On the eve of Eid
No but, No sell
So called paradise changed into hell
No celebration, No festival
FAIZAN hope everything will be well
So called paradise changed into hell
Both sides want Land
Both sides want Kashmir
Both sides want Milk
Both sides want Kheer
No one wants Ranjha
Both sides want heer.
What could be more devastating than a piece of land.ARK
Kashmiri Hindu Pandits never killed a single person??
Those who killed/raped them were never got punished??
Their voice was never raised and supported by anybody??
They were killed by the terrorists because of their religious identity??
Within Armpits of
Snow-flakes-dipped
Quivering trees,
Cuddled with
Pale puffy leaves
Perspiring fogs,
Nevertheless
Siblings
In transition of
Crisis times,
Oddly red
Plump apples
Hide within
Wombs of snow,
Hungry red robins
Performing
Midwifery...
22 January 2022
The blood that flows everywhere
It can also pass through your house
Holly with the fresh blood of little bones
Can also be played at your home
Whom these bloody beasts are squeezing
That skin may also be of your mother or sister
If you don't throw water on neighbor's fire
That fire can also visit your home
Awakened authors with sorrow and grief
It could also be a new enemy move
You are happy on a brother's humiliation
You may also be disgraced tomorrow
A Muslim goes to the foots of infidel
What could be worse than that?
God forbid, but O people of the Arabs think!
The sacred ground may also be disrupted tomorrow
I wish! May this nation of my Prophet be one again
Could there be another such shield ready?
What is called Paradise on earth, Imran
It can be worse than hell tomorrow...
The seasons all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
The dreams all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
The beings all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
The systems all lame from Kashmir to Dalarna
The love all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
The worries all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
The longings all same from Kashmir to Dalarna
To whom shall I write my letters
To whom shall I read my poems
To whom shall I speak my thoughts
The mountains mere the graves
The valleys all in violence
The streets all in silence
The words all in waters
The dreams all in blood
The graves all in flood
#Kashmir
Divine enablement open secret
Each revelation hidden in plain sight
Bestowed upon us solely on merit
Teleporting us to heightened delight
Paths are many as of affinity
Spanda: the hum of the ohm vibration
Reverberation continuity
Pratyabhijna: instant recognition
Then Krama: divine union in the heart
Electrifying Sushumna channel
Purring bliss ignition within restarts
Kula: each moment divine miracle
Inner awakening fortuitous
Love mysterious and spontaneous
29-October-2020
Tantra trika
Para, para-para & apara
Like the Gunas three
The highest sets us free
Para absolute singularity
Para para interconnectivity
Apara duality
Four paths awaiting selection
As of our orientation
The first Pratyabhijna or recognition
Divine grace in prayerful meditation
The second Spanda or vibration
Resonation with the Ohm pulsation
The third Krama or kundalini ascension
Assimilation in step by step progression
The fourth Kula embracing life in elation
Each moment in the continuum celebration
These paths blend and often intersect
The truth being as we did always suspect
That divine love alone keeps us erect
Moment to moment to moment continuous
The dance of bliss within rapturous & beauteous
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
Raising the slogans won't make it any better.
Dare to accept the truth,
All lives matter.
Does that sound better,
Islam is the way out,
Quran is the light out.
Read it I promise you will later have no doubt,
As from it I have learned
All lives matter.
In the midst of the mountainous boundary
The speck of thy bright shining moon
Thy firmly watching mapple tree
Touching gently wise but wild breeze
Those thousand wish flowers at a glance
Thy rays of the moon's gleaming shadow
She saw such beauty in eternal peace
She took steps wrapped in the clouds
In the dwelling midnight; ah her thoughts
Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.
Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.
Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.
Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.
Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )
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.
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