Poetry

By Shuja Ashraf We come from the land of rich heritage and culture, The land of lakes, mountains and the endless flower, In the land where red...

Waqas Khan Dark was destiny that draped the day Dark was my home, too dark was alley In the heart of Pulwama, when two souls left   To blissful...

By Hirra Sultan Walls closing in...   Maybe trying to form a shell A layer all around   Maybe it was time to undergo metamorphosis to let things go For that conceptual reward Being...

By Hirra Sultan Fed up with what was around And cursing system all the time Pointing out their blunders And criticising the same.   All that was needed was a...

By Santosh Bakaya In this Paradise your sojourn was brief You vanished plunging your family in grief. From one paradise You have travelled to another Pack up your dreams,...

MUHAMMAD DANIYAL   My mates As heart as always awaited A messenger of truth, freedom and peace One came walking to me, my cell Through the dark alleyway like corridor...

Musab Iqbal In your country, I heard There is no post office, but the martyrs dispatch In your country, I heard There is no rail network, but the...

Asma Firdous The ink is ready to dye the paper Her pen ready to obey her grip And she sits today with old missions again...! Her knowledge of language The alphabet...

By Asma Firdous     Call the moon upon your window Let the burrowed light Shine your being.   Illuminated in the darkest hour Ablaze in the frozen moment Summon all the untold Declare...

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 Nehreen Nazir Time creates space for upliftment Time blows the soil of affection Time forms the bowl of crater Time consolidates the fragments Time plays a game, for...

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...

By Zubair Arif Shah I traversed the mighty world searching the flute of life, the flute of rhythms and melodies; whispering agonies, echoing meanings.   I felt the music raining, and its...

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...

by Muhammad Nadeem We Will See… And it's certain that We Will See… The Day, Which Has Been Promised Written, In the Eternal Tablet We Will See… The Tyrant Mountains of...