Thursday, May 23, 2019

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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,...

آزادی

ثنا ساُری پٕرِو سانین گرن منز ژایہ آزادی سیٹھاه یٕژ کاُلی اَسہ کُن جلوہ  ہاوان آیہ آزادی یہ آزادی گوڈٕنی درایہ ییلہ ننی هندوستانس منز لَچَھو پاُٹھی...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

The flags of our fathers

By Huzaifa Pandit “Jo guzartay thay Daag par sadmay Faiz ab kaifiyat sabhi ki hai!” -Faiz Ahmed Faiz t commenced a century ago as a poet composed his...

My Renaissance

By Ikram Ullah I lived like thou, a life, but no quarry a soul so freakish. And a body so Repose.   A Boy Wild about Wild, Dead of ambitions, With no...

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...
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