Tuesday, August 20, 2019

The Survivor

I remember: the initial throe and the horror changed into loathing for them and the system that is talked of and never seen and then for my flesh that remained jerking with...

Where are you?

By Mohammad Tabish Once again night falls I haven’t slept for decades Don’t call it a nightmare I am already dead The stones I throw used to be my...

To Guilt and Conscience

Forcing themselves off the birch. Those dried leaves were jittery.   Hot summer winds. Do not trouble you under their shade.   There is no fixed time. When you cannot be...

RAP

By Mehraj Dar I’ve a right I’ve a choice I’ve a reason I’ve a voice I cried & screamed They deaf & blind I’m Kashmir My soil is drenched Colour is red I was...

In memory of Agha Shahid Ali: Forever

Do you seek, like Jonah, to be elusive forever-- To live like an ascetic, reclusive forever?

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...

An island of a man

An island of a man Damn he's cursed Notice the palms of his hands Damn he's hurt Focus on this man With the color of dirt Sketched in with coal So...

Of Kashmir

Of thoughts divested of the language that narrates them, Of minds and imaginations captured and purged of their dreams, Of painters without hands, dancers paralyzed chest downwards, young who are old, and dimpled faces...

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...

An exercise in memory

Dear comrades let us do an exercise / polish this new guise, an exercise in memory / memory will set us free Let us begin, bloodied, let...
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