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An Ode To Family

in thin air,
all worries get vanished
they do not exist in fact
worthless is world,
without family
 
evidence is their unusual reflection
who don’t have family
their existence reaches extinction
and survival gets bleak chances
 
of a person with family,
survival gets easy
security becomes responsibility
Love becomes Worship 
 
exuberance gets rich
exceptionally tears roll down
as hearts and souls are occupied 
with great irrevocable love and affection
 
Blessed and Fortunate is he, who has family
as it’s, 
the most vital component of life

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Unheard Ordeal of a Half Widow

life has become a dirge,
torn image,
I’ve become alike
silence has engulfed my life
so, entangled in melancholy

decade passed,
as if a century I’ve gone through,
with your memories, 
still waiting for you,

vividly I remember those days,
when you used to kiss my forehead
you used to give me Eidi on every Eid
perhaps I live on,
by rejoicing those moments
somebody take me to my love

in an unending wait, I’m
which has made me,
a living corpse alike…
since when you disappeared,
never have I wore ornaments,
never have I prettified myself
as for you only,
my beauty has life….

I become mute and aglossal
whenever our child asks me about you
without you,
everything seems gloomy
as if, 
flowers have lost their bloom
wind is same, without breeze
so are mounts, without serenity

I see no change,
in any motion of sun
I feel no warmth, 
in any moment now
and no harmony I’ve,
without you my love
no peace comes to my door

did you forget your promise,
of never leaving me alone!!
how can you leave me??
our souls lived together!!
have you forgotten that too??

always I pray for you,
in twilights
on the door, I always stare,
for you may come,
never my eyes blink,

except quivering soul,
I’ve nothing,
not even tears also!!
day & night, I go by mourning
from every side,
sleepless nights I always observe,
since when you disappeared
nightmares have surrounded me,

you’re alive, in my heart
come back, O’ my crown
without you,
irrelevant and aimless,
my existence serves
I hear no bird chirping
I see every tree mourning
after when you disappeared
as if I had rendezvous with any calamity

for you,
I’ve renounced this world
like every saint,
now every stranger knows me
as in search of you,
I walk miles every day
since when you disappeared!!

insane I’ve become,
for your single countenance
so also I crave for our reunion
I talk gibberish, I’m deranged,
people comment about me
what’s its reason?
only you know
O’ my confidant

come back, O’ my love,
where have you been!!
O’ my moon of blissfulness
my shrieks are calling you

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A Dirge From My Shrieked Silence

to my every step,
there’s a uniformed man
whose hands are soaked,
in blood of my brethren
would kill me,
if I resist to be oppressed
senses of the world leaders get defunct,
when there’s any question of violations in my homeland
how can I agree with the comment of heaven!!!
my eyes are witness to red color streets & rivers only!
I see children battling for eyesight & life
I see myself in sand of despondency
my pen also failed,
as it tried to console me by writing colorful words
day & night, all the time my soul asks me a same question:
am I still alive??
as after witnessing the bloodbath,
I had bought my shroud…

the wails of those who mourn,
are reverberating in my soul
who knows what life is! none in this country
torn clothes have become nightmares for women
crowd as timorous for children
every corner of my homeland has become a corpse alike
I see my diary full of blood whilst writing my ordeal
the blood of my brethren I see,
is the answer to your curiosity
I do not see any colour except red,
as it has become my identity
my Kashmir is my Kashmir,
choked on earth for its spellbinding beauty
now birds & trees have also learnt how to offer funeral prayers
as we have been caged by our occupier
no people are needed, my oppressor says
but to show its deceitful care to the world, I’m integral to him
now my eyes do not see the dreams of mounts, gardens, esthetics of my Kashmir
they only see coffins of children being ferried to graveyards
and still I’ve a question,
am I still alive? or it’s a reverie…

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Of Everyone's Destination - Grave

that their usual neglection towards me
appeared today,

with their corpses,
they came here

my sympathy was always with them
as I kept reminding them of my countenance through ‘The Book’

I couldn’t talk to them ever,
but my inner angels will now converse with them,

so proud they were
before coming here

so loud they were
in glorifying the world

mightful and frail
are all inside me,

their minds had different notions about my hospitality
but with equivalence, I treat everyone

their digression from that world
was irrevocable on one day,

but their ignorance overpowered on it

their destination was already written by Almighty
prior to their appearance in womb

all the desires get choked & vanish
after coming here

kiths & kins won’t be helpful
mere strangers remain their identity

mastery won’t work here at all
intentions are the parameters of verdict

altruists are revered here,
whereas disparagement lies with egoists

here, tongue gets defunct
whereas other parts start talking

and this is the final destination
called Grave

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She

Her simplicity,
Destroyed the edifices of my complicacy
My ego was broken
By her modesty
She taught me understanding
taught me the ways to live
No attitude she has
Except of truth!
No reaction she airs,
When people wrong her!
She's a queen of patience
A stalwart of altruism
She tore my heart apart,
With her extraordinary altruism!
With her irregular expressions also!
Never have I seen such beautiful soul
By nature and character
I've just fell into the ocean of her love
For life, she's best,
My heart vibes!

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In the Remembrance of July 13, 1931 Martyrs

You established the pillars of courage.
Joined the edifices of steadfastness.
You left behind the legacy of true committment.
Left behind the legacy of pious struggle.
You formed the refined way.
The way to the goal; Freedom!
With your each drop of sacred blood,
You framed the path of true Resilience.
With your voice,
You gave us confidence.
The confidence to fight,
Against Injustice and Oppression.
We miss your righteous existence.
As well your celebrated Resistance.
Our generations of generations salute you.
For they got ultimate inspiration from you.

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About Selflessness

I'm old enough now to make new friends,
Let me find an enemy, so as to know true amity.

We've been always sharing selfishness,
But let's make our way towards selflessness.

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An Ode To Our Lovely Rendezvous

To meet my people; from the other part,
As a fine dream, always built its place,
A protected one. 
In my heart; sealed with irrevocable love.

This yearning was rising up,
Day and night. Giving its new essence!
Waiting for their radiant countenance.
To show the beauty of love,
To share the emotions unaired!

The day came. Our rendezvous!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The frontiers echoed!
With elevated ecstasy, so did we!!
My soul went into marvel. 
And said - My people! My people! My people!

In the total silence of our reunion,
In its unshaped prompt,
My soul enjoyed the lights of bliss,
As the product of our reunion.
Overtly and covertly,
With strong committment,
Crafting way to the unexplored love!

With their entrance,
Coruscating aesthetic aura,
With colors of simplicity along,
They shifted my way to heavens.
In this ambiance of love and desire,
Life in every sense,
Has reached its destination!
My heart uttered.

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Elegy of a Pellet Victim

now I cannot see
the color of my clothes I wear everyday
now I cannot see
how my brother looks as a groom.
the color of my world is lost,
my eyes don’t see (now)
except darkness
for I dared to ask for my right- freedom.
I am the only one whose eyes can’t see, I thought
till I saw my comrades in the same line holding sticks
our oppressor will be happy to give us this gift, I think
neither I can recognize my friends, nor they can see me
for being sightless, I cannot play with my friends:
can’t join them when they call
the arena, where I’ve spent my whole childhood
has now become a strange place for me
I remember those days, when I used to write my personal diary
now it seems, my eyes have betrayed me in writing my ordeal
those desires and aims which I had, have lost their value now.
now it seems, “to survive in darkness has taken birth as my new ambition”

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Introspection

Only I’ll embrace you,
Only I’ll show you the secrets,
The secrets of love…
It did put conditions that I could sense
I felt unwonted
Do you remember?
When spring asked me!
Little amount of curiousness I also had
It wasn’t a reverie or dream
All it was live with love
There I really spoke to spring
It reminded me,
Of when I exposed my feelings,
Of the moments with my love,
Of the breezes,
Which helped me to put forth my emotions
Something helped me in doing so,
Finally I realised,
With utmost urge to meet the subject…
What are those conditions?
I asked,
To care for my esthetics
To love my components
To love my nature I come with
It replied,
What it replied!
I actually do not replicate so,
As I’m always busy in making it to extinction
By smoke along with its aides…
And I do not feel ashamed
For being the one of alienating and killing it,
And I’m the one
Of killing the cure of humans!!
But still,
I’m without introspection…