Death of Paradise
MIR UMAR
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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 of land, where I played once
Now turned to graveyard!
Roughly sunken...
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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 Soul
Every Log In Between The Bricks
Vibrate And Produce Blissful...
Crimson Streams
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 of my hapless valley,
Let thou trust me that;
We’ve forgotten this...
Autumn turned ugly
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 girl.
"Autumn it is
and it will hurl.
It will hurl
the leaves from...
It is too dark
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 visibility is the darkness-draped dependence
It is too dark
Darker than the...
Wounded paradise
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 adorned for it's style
A sense of sovereignty was seeded in...
The caravan of life
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 the dark, are you certain where you're getting?Is the journey...
Stray bullet
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 thy sting art
That I did fall
For once and all;
Still I...
Hue And Cry
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 my brother
Is there a reason?
Naught, but is a Kashmiri
Who never...
Travesty Of Justice
By Mir Suhail
It hurts, deeply. Pellets . Serious crimes.
killings. Allegations .
I wonder if we'll ever live without this
sense of
fear – the fear that you or your loved one
will
never...
Beautiful Bride
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 and tulips
withering away.
She waits for a touch of love
to sing...
Where Are the Jewels in the Crown?
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 doing their eyes
Paralyzed for years in adult diapers
What good is...
The tearful eyes…
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 Freedom”
This is where the scars have healed.
This is where new...