Thursday, January 24, 2019

Letters to Toru

How is Kashmir, Toru? Dear Toru, my letters to your brother elaborate on how our colony was burnt. Remember our colony, Toru? The man-holes, the electric wires? The transformer would...

Shepherd

Deep and deep into the woods I would sink; on and on would I walk; till I reach the forest hoods! Shepherd; aah! Be that I could! Taking...

The King of Music Is Gone

Kashmir is burning The King of music is gone Kashmir is burning.   Kashmir is burning The music’s power is gone Kashmir is burning.   Kashmir is burning Its music is burning It’s burning...

At last

My heart cried after mass collided with mass.. The blast deafening.. What's left is flesh turned to ash.. Our own reckoning.. When can we scream at last at...

On The Hill Of Dead

By Mudasir Ahmed I came across a tiny shoe and sock. I had made with love for your dear feet, I hug the frock across my chest. And...

The Conflict Zone

Rue of a woman, half-widowed. The ordeal of a girl yearning to see her father. The sigh from the broken soul of a Mother, And, the mourning...

Biting the dust

History, they say, always repeats itself. In my homeland, helplessness repeats itself. Our pangs never settle into grief, or mourning or bereavement. A fresh shot of agony injected...

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...

They have nothing to ‘Hide’ and little to ‘Lose’

By Raj Charles Imran It all started on a day, a day, a young Black man, a man named Mark Duggan, Was shot by police, Under a pre-planned, Operation-Trident as...

The Sparrow’s Sorrow

By Zareef Ahmad Zareef | Tr. by Shafi Shauq   Before I narrate my suggestive tale, I salute you all with love and respect. Two decades so harrowing...