I was sitting against a black tree
with my arms wrapped around my chest.
My skin was grey with black spots
and my eyes were closed, as if dead.
Then appeared a red spot of blood
in the center, around my heart.
A perfectly shaped circle it was,
a drop rolled down and it all fell apart.

We buried them two months ago and watered the seeds with our tears.
Today, the nature witnessed a bud growing as the sky got all cleared.

Up in the north, away from all the filth,
there's a land of pure where angels descend.
And live between the rivers and trees.
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that has sacrifices it's people
just for the sake to get an identity.
A place that's been crying since ages
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that's been bleeding for freedom.
A place that's been a victim of tyranny.
A place that need to be heard just once.
There's a place known as Kashmir.

A place that's been divided among nation.
A place that has suffered a great deal.
Let them live, let them breathe.
Let there be a place known as Kashmir!

We stand together as a nation today
For we cannot see our heaven bleed.
Kashmir belongs to Pakistan.
And Pakistan belongs to Kashmir.

Those days when I can't write,
I sit around and dive into the ocean
of thoughts that are held back
somewhere in my mind.

Those days when I can't write,
I sit around with a pen in my hand
and scribble random words down
hoping for them to make any sense.

Those days when I can't write,
I sit around and feel depressed
as I try to find a break through
from all the boredom and dullness.

Those days when I can't write
I sit around and type this poem
that was supposed to be another waste
instead of something that actually rhymes.

We were lying on the hood of
your old Chevy
under the stars with cigarettes
between our lips
as we watched our dreams somewhere in
between the smoke that
danced in the air.
The street lights started to look blurry
as I inhaled in
the figments of your dreams
as well as mine.
Your dreams tasted different;
a bit too unsweetened
that burned the inside of my lungs
lighting a fire.
They unwound my muscles
that were in a chaos since centuries
making all the stars align.
I sighed deeply asking for
another cigarette
as I whispered,
"One last time..."

Under the sober moon we sat
as we gulped down
bottle after bottle of that sweet wine.
You handed me another
and whispered,
"Are you not drunk enough
to fall in love with me already?"
I laughed out loud
as I thought how
unaware you were honey.