Thursday, February 21, 2019
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Shahid tonight

“Where art thou?” Kashmir needs a Shahid tonight “O, please free her with poesy,” pleads a Shahid tonight A red path marks the entrance to my...

Laila-Majnoon And An Imaginary Homeland

By Mohammad Tabish Who knows hither i cry, In remembrance; A remnant demesne in my memory caught. Laila bawls for Majnoon. Majnoon: chain cloaked, People summoned flower stones. Among the many...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Ode to the rains

A splendid beauty from the skies descends. Embracing the Earth quenches its long thirst. Down hilltops, meadows and rivers it sends. Its stroke and shine in watery outburst.

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...

After the occupation

By Shubh Mathur Chrar-i-Sharief Some day After the Occupation we will return to Chrar-i-Sharief and remember. Weeping at the tomb miraculously spared by the fire the soldiers set to burn the town. The people who told of hiding...