Thursday, March 21, 2019

The Hall

In the bleeding north where the darkness of old blood merged on winter stones waiting for new wars, a man rose to power. Uncut, unbruised, with his sword still in...

Discontinued

There is a due process to someone's leaving. There is a farewell, An expectation of return, Or a recognition of the finality of going.   Even in a farce,...

From Afzal, to Kashmir

By Mahi Farxana Munshi I walked above the dusty roads. The untrodden ways in the morning. The blood was dripping down from the sore skies. I knew it...

Reading Lolita in Kashmir

for Alfred Corn A boy, I stole into grandpa’s study. An art dealer, he loved books with gilded edges, Aristotle to Zola all stuck together in the humidity. I snuck Lo out to his...

I belong to a Valley

By Ikram Ullah I belong to a valley grand Himalayas the Pir Panchal Jehlum’s mystifying tranquility Lidder’s restlessness I belong to a valley forlorn a Stalingrad The Red Square without a Kremlin...

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...

ہانٹھ

 سمیہ فردوس ہانٹھ سورُۓ شہر چھُ دارِ بَر ترؤپرِتھ ژء تہِ جانانا  ہانکل تھاو یَنۂ  کالۂ  ؤنل پشپےیۂ میاٰنس سینس مَنز تنۂ  وآنجہ ِ لؤگم شُشر بچہ دانہِ گوم وَٹھ شَہَس...

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...

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...

Escapism

Come out tonight Get out of sight forge all the menace escape alive   I was talking about the time when people lived on roadside shacks when politics was a distant...