Sisters of Kashmir
By: Faisal Khan
O sisters of Kashmir! I know your plight
But I can’t do anything to prove my might
As shadows of oppressor have ceased my...
Ladi Shah
By: Shabir Ahmad Mir
Ladi Shah Ladi Shah at your door
Knot your tongue and talk no more.
Lend your ears to my words true,
May liars die...
‘Atrocity Critters’
By: Hashim Bashir
Juvenile Bought, Burnt Buds Flames Are At the Garden Too,
Dreams of Fondness Turn To Ashes,
Sleep Scorched By Fire Too And Rain of
Tears...
Elegy for a Bridge
By: Basant Rath
You are eleven cement pillars
and thirty nine rusted iron railings.
You are a small kid who dropped
his freshly painted kangri
and ran away once...
Silent Sighs of Insha…
By: Asif Sultan Matta
‘Big snowy flakes falling from the sky’
In her sleep, she can hear her mother’s cry.
A cozy blanket and white snug duvet
Swathed...
I can’t unthink conflict
By: Younis Kaloo
Deep, ingrained in me is the victimisation of conflict
From my blood and my breaths come the wails of conflict
Here, when people tell me...
This beautiful world
By: Ashiq Hussain Rather
That thee see around
Mountain tops, snow covered,
The sun shining above,
Below the numerous stars,
The vast oceans and seas
Stretching miles away
Galaxies of stars,
Millions and...
Mother’s Tale
Hashim Bashir
In the land of struggle,
I will wait you like a Sufi
Fallen tears from my eyes,
A voiceless screams,
Lost in the world of day...
Srabanee, this is Srinagar.
by Basant Rath
Srabanee, this is Srinagar.
Here we've got Friday, snow and streets.
Nineteen is only a number.
Chinars are tall here and stones are small.
Srabanee, hatred...
Yowling Wounded Valley
by Mohammad Anas
My words anguished;
I grieve,
and bleed.
The innocent screams
beneath the earth buried
A tragedy—
making humanity shiver—
has transformed
the charming valley
into blood river
They enjoyed the butchering,
one by...
“Non lethal”, they say
by Sanna Mattoo
"Non lethal", they say
They lie. A big lie
Believe me!
I'm the victim
Of so called non-lethal pellets
As it smashed into my body
I cried a...
Once Again Darkness Descends At Noon
By Santosh Bakaya
“I will send you for Hajj”, just the other day he had said.
Now, the young, dreamy lad lay dead.
What was his crime?
That...
Just like that?
By Santosh Bakaya
He was not a stone-pelter
With his chubby cheeks and golden ringlets
Only a heart – melter!
Why was the five year old blinded
Just like that?
Against...
Lost Childhood
by Hirra Sultan
I slept
For a while
Till I was calm
But upon waking up
My mind replayed it
Over and over again
I was tired of thinking:
Living the pain
Over...
A ‘Tribal Talk’ in Verses
By Zubair Nazeer
A man from plains has come to the hills again
He may fail to notice I live here yet again.
Preoccupied he seems with...
