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Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage
Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined
Paradise on Earth they say is Kashmir Nature’s Gift to mankind they say is Kashmir Abode of God they say is Kashmir That there is existence of God , all believe universally That worshipping of God in different names is
O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing
Night has enveloped, to give me some relief, Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief. Where blood quenches the thirst, Disloyalty is faith last and first, Is the religion my beloved belongs to. I beckoned, red and black
Crimson tulips,scarlet roses, Snow-white roses with beautiful posies. Gorgeous fairies in flamboyant gowns, Always cheerful and happy,they never frown. Yellow buttercups and pink azaleas, Hibiscus and bright coloured bougainvilleas, Spreading on the walls of the lush green lawns. As if
I can’t recall the people on the train from Delhi to Jammu. I don’t retain their style of dress, their speech or anything. All I can see is the bob of the telephone lines where roller birds regard the country
It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When
Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting
She surfaced from the blue sea like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor droplets of water sparkled on her body as if she were covered in precious diamonds. I walked over and offered my name she submitted hers so willingly.
Your creativity whenever it is suppressed It finds another better way to tread such compression raises in you fresh zeal With strong sense determine when feel, Rejections by any authority might sometimes mean Presence there of a monster with eyes
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart
It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,
A mob rapes a moon under the blue sky. Then parades her half-naked body on the streets of clouds. Arousal of anger devours the mate in a nocturnal rendezvous with a sea horse; cuts off the head to shake out
(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on
Alex’s last trip was to California. He wanted to see the Redwood Forest one last time. He loved that he couldn’t see their tops, and when he tried to wrap his arms around their trunks, his arms stretched out wide
To regret nothing It is so well known that most regret Not using their bodies enough yet When they must eternally rest Yet every strain with every sweat Adds up and wears and tears And if we did not ever
I learned to hold all my feelings inside until late at night. I covered my mouth with my hands so that no one could hear my tears. I perfected my fake smile. Today, after so many days, painfully enough, but
I watched her as she swam across the lagoon And her smile much brighter than the moon. The clam breeze in the air whispered gently, As if a marching band played a loving tune. I was quickly invited into the
love starts from something but people think it’s nothing love has a beautiful charm but there is no love without harm love is very pleasant every day is like an event love changes the weather in love people spread their
Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way
It was early spring, I wondered what it would bring. A celestial then came outta the blue, Left me with no clue, Trappin’ me in a succulent trance, Like the flushing meadows of France. Her smile made the moon look
Looking at remnants of the mirth that fled, This survivor riles at the trysting field Where once lovers bask in the joys they spread, Now forever lost, to forever yield; What with the cold winds blowing crisp and cold, No
She woke up, the little girl. Crying in bed “I want my daddy” Trembling she said Daddy’s gone long He won’t be back soon You can sleep with mommy Inside her room The girl refused Still crying for her dad
It consumes everything that ever was It was there from the start, will be there till the end. No one has escaped the wrath it brings, no body escapes the jaws of time. Bitter, sweet, vengeful, whatever you have been
I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may
Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!
Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made