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It Broke your heart to move you,
From the town,that was your home,
Away from friends who loved you,
To the world of the unknown
We knew the pain and suffering,
Had destroyed,your inner soul,
It was your closest friends,around you,
That kept your strength,a whole.

You Appreciated,all we did for you
You were a loving,caring man,
You pleaded for my helping hand
To be back,where you belong.

It was hard for me emotionally,
Where there was nothing i could do,
You still had your capacity,
It was out of my hands,you see.

I know your wishes,in your heart,
Meant nothing,to the rest
You gave your trust too freely
And always did your Best.

It's only the last few months of care,
Has your family,bothered to be there,
You used to ring for help at night,
Where were they? Not in sight.
I loved to help you,ll i could
I'm sorry I could not help you more,
To Bring you Home, before Death's Door.

I'm Glad I have my Memories,
That your Family,cant take away,
The Heartaches and the laughs,we shared,
Will be in my Heart,to Stay.

Quite rooms with loud voices.

The morning had been icy. People spoke of an uncommon cold snap and I imagined a large wedge of ice had broken from a distant glacier and was heading our way. The wind agreed.

I found the egg nestled in a pile of steaming leaf debris. Gathering it to me it felt warm and tender, delicate and fragile and easily broken like a curious promise, like a heartbeat before a heartbeat, like love before love.

As I cradled it shyly my rough and work worn hand felt like the finest of silken cushions resting upon which was every real and imagined wonder of the world. And I marveled that on an icy day I’d been granted the task of gifting such a miracle to you.

(mish 2017)

In between the vibrancy that spills from the here and now,
memory tapers like ribbons

Your face is a noise,
grey and faded in my mind
like the static of a lost TV channel

It's a remembrance out of focus but never gone
The noise of it's crackling spins in the background

I ignore the pained feeling of your image disappearing
for your essence was never lost
It sparks like a static charge
electrify my skin
settling the spirit

I have not ever seen ?
Valley in calm since i was a teen
killing and mourning daily routine
Since i was a little teen
Valley hovered by clouds of death
No one able to take a free breath
Unfortunate fate! still feeling proud
But oh ! We are not allowed
Why should i feel worry
I am still a kashmiri.
Ayaz