You don’t cry: a poem on Afzal Guru
I didn’t cry
perhaps, I had no reason to cry
Afzal Guru was a Kashmiri
and I am from India
Afzal Guru was a Muslim by faith
and I was born a Hindu
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...
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...
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,...
Mother
By Farzana Munshi
Her hands are stretched out to the lap of cliffs
She’s climbing to heaven by treading falls
Her eyes are sapphire
Hair woven in gold...
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...
Home
By Furqan Fazili
A bird weeps alone in a fruitless tree
Sun crosses the horizon
Moist graves don’t level
Unaltered shadows glimmer in smoky air
Unwritten lines on hands...
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...
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...
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...