Thursday, September 1, 2016




(Cry of a terror victim’s mother)

My lap is barren
on this auspicious occasion of Eid
the whole world is rejoicing
but how can I rejoice?
I went to buy new clothes for my child
but with just one blast
my whole world went upside down
I lost the most precious thing of my life
Can anyone bring back my child?
Who was the light of my home,
Whose laughter echoed my house
will no more be heard now.
With an heavy heart
I bid farewell to you my child
Please bury him smoothly in his grave
Go rest in peace my child
You’ll be safe in your heavenly abode.
Can anyone just tell me?
What do these insane people get?
After killing innocent lives
making mothers like us
deprived of their child forever
tell them to kill us first
before killing our children.
(A tribute to all those terror victim’s mother who lost their children in this Ramzaan)


Palymra- the Pride of Syria
the memories of ancient civilization
a synthesis of two cultures,
Greco-Romans and Persians
standing high up in sky,
with all it might and beauty.
Captured by tyrannical forces
but liberated by Syrian Arab Army
The beauty and grandeur of Palymra
will never ever fade
no matter world changes
a structure reminiscent of past
and a precious gift for present and future
Palymra; you stand as a pride of Syria
as a victory of good over evil.


Paradise on Earth! Kashmir,
there is beauty, colours & fragrance,
in every inch of your land,
holiness of Charar-e-Shariff and Hazratbal.

Where there is velvety floweriness
of Shalimar and Nishat,
which impresses everyone.
Where waters of Dal, Wular and Nandansar,
flows in a rhythm,
giving a soothing reflections.

Where river Jhelum,
has absorbs many stories.
Where slow movements of house-boats
looks extraordingly fantastic.
And at nights, the dim lights of ‘kangaris’,
glitter so brightly,
seemingly likes ‘jugnoos’.

Where ‘Chinar’ tree changes colours
as per the season,
and the field of Saffron,
looks like sunlight is reflecting from it.
Where fragrance of ‘kehwa’
is spread in every household.

Where apples on trees,
seems like a painter,
has painted his most beautiful painting.
Where different colours of flowers,
blossoms like pearls in the sea.

Where cold breeze blows all the times,
making it cool throughout the year.
Where there is beauty,
even in the autumn season.

Where mountains are always,
covered with silvery snow.
Where snow falls at every now and then
making it a heavenly abode.

But how the scene transformed?
Is this the same paradise?
From where this breeze has come?
creating panic and havoc.

From where this hatred has spread?
that the flowers has lost its fragrance.
Colours of saffron have become dim,
Waters of Dal has lost its speed.

Melting snow from the mountains,
seems like shedding its tears.
The evenings of Gulmerg,
has become so gloomy.

The land which was referred as paradise,
has transformed into a hell,
is this paradise?

Although there are many shortcomings,
but still we are optimistic,
smiles will fill the atmosphere again,
as after every cloud there is a silver lining,
and after every dark there is a beautiful horizon,
that horizon will also enlighten this land,
making it as beautiful as it was.

Flowers of this land will spread,
their beauty and fragrance again.
Spring will again comes,
in this beautiful valley,
because paradise is this,
the lands which resides in every hearts
the beautiful valley of Kashmir.


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