Sunday, November 17, 2019

Kashmir

The poet called her a Paradise, and I bought his word I was astounded at her beauty, but immediately saddened by her worth I looked at...

My Renaissance

By Ikram Ullah I lived like thou, a life, but no quarry a soul so freakish. And a body so Repose.   A Boy Wild about Wild, Dead of ambitions, With no...

Transcreation: Yeh jau raig-e-dasht-e-firaaq hai

By Huzaifa Pandit Zindagi jabr-e-musalsal ki tarah kaati hai Jaanay kis jurm ki paayi hai saza yaad nahee!! (Life meanders on stooped under a perpetual tyranny What heinous...

Naked Thoughts

My love provides this desert with Your lovely hair's luxuriant shade. Time and gain your memory Knocks wildly at the door of my heart. Who would for ages...

Cremation

By Siddhartha Gigoo I am the red shawl that falls to lick the dust of her footprint. I am the evening come to kiss and peel off the red of her cheeks. I am the...

Last signature

By Ather Zia Our wounds are labeled forgettable, Shahid Our life before death is imperceptible, Shahid Billboards proclaim, Kashmir: A Paradise God has a reason to be chimerical,...

Home

Alone a bird weeps, on a fruitless tree, with his head bowed sun crosses the horizon The moist graves, don’t seem to level , unaltered shadows glimmer...

O My Endless Friend

Street O street, I walk through my day to you. With my sorrows clichéd, tied to yours. Step by step I meet your friends of dissemblance. Cause of...

Child Within

A little fascinated by the globe, Plaything, she lost and groped.  Rummaged through her many toys Vexed with them, cavalier chides   A little doll under the bed, Missing hair,...

Farhat, didn’t die

Crowning his Friday After the disastrous snow Blood-stained his threshing lines Life's receding billow Will leave him for the eternal calm He is yet to know.   Out from his threads...
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