Poetry

Altaf Khaliq Wani Pregnant tree near my lodge Whom I care, chill to till Shyly foliage sprout as guard Nod to posy, come for fruit Baby fruits welcome by...

MIR UMAR [email protected] I turned my eyes to see The destruction of my heaven, The monuments blazed with smoke Lakes, streams, rivers turned red And sky smelted the blood. This bosom...

In a serious attempt to deconstruct the Green and Memory of the poet Huzaifa Pandit, Shabir Mir discovers a stylish poet’s ornate craftsmanship of...

by Iqra Akhoon Sitting In The Middle Of Khanqah Listening To Awraadi Fatah Having Sips Of Nun Chaai Under The Folds Of Kashmiri Burqah An Agonised Voice That Pricks My...

by Asif Sultan Matta Thou ask me about the autumnal beauty And the full charm of the Chinar tree? Let me thank thee for reminding The inert beauty...

by Iqra Nazir   "Arrival, Arrival", whistled the breeze. "Of your treasured spell- That comes to appease. Autumn, it is and you will savour. And you will cherish this cherished favour". "Thrawt, Thrawt", shrieked the...

By Younis Kaloo The day is as dark as night No boundaries of windows, walls and corridors In the beginning it is dark, so it is at length Only...

By: Urooj Manzoor Class: 10th (Minto Circle School, Srinagar) May I gather some courage to speak for a while A vandalized land, it's debriciated profile. Was once greatly...

By: Esha Khan Class: 10th blue (Minto circle higher secondary school, Srinagar) "Oh you caravan of life, to where are you heading?Is it a leap in...

By Sheikh Nissar Stray bullet Drove me to death Through the gates of heath Softly stole my breath Piercing my tender heart In a single jot That was my best part It is...

By Syed Bisma Anjum                                  My Kashmir is bleeding O blood suckers Your cruelty is preceding In all the tacks I am to raise the hue and cry You shot...

By Mir Suhail It hurts, deeply. Pellets . Serious crimes. killings. Allegations . I wonder if we'll ever live without this sense of fear –...

By Zubair Arif Shah Look around to a beautiful bride that my homeland is, unloved, she sobs for her beloved to come to caress her tresses to wipe her tears,  of cypresses...

By Younis Kaloo You call it your ‘Crown’ But, where are its jewels? Resting in peace in graves Writhing in pain in hospital beds Drowned in darkness with hands...

by Javeed Ahmad Rather   “Splinters and ashes, Shrieks and smoke Noise of wails, Frightful mourning Scary gun powder, Bloody stones, Borders, Homes afire Trenches with skeletons, Ramparts, and repentant time, Scattered scriptures, Wet soil and Thetearful eyes of...