green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch

red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets

grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame

death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-

green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?

blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey

green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through

I rose --
Sick on an Easter morning
To my 9:40 alarm
To another mourning
Of another alarming
Attack on lives
And I live on
Feeling secure.

I rose --
Sick on a Maryland morning
A week after Italy
Three days after Ireland
Being closer to Pakistan
Being too close to Belgium
And all I felt was a pat down
And more secure.

He rose --
For the mourning
And on this morning
I can't help feeling
Helpless,
Confused,
Sick.
But He will make secure.

Two arch rivals
One game
One match
One god
One king
And that's Sachin and Dhoni!!

And one victory!!

Of course, rejoice!!

But is that real??
Ask yourself after you're done with your celebrations!!

Two arch rivals,
Endless friction
Sleepless borders,
Thousands dead
Thousands injured,

Yet no clear solution!!

Victory is not in a days match!!
Victory lies in years fight!!

Heroes are not those who hits boundaries!!
Heroes are those who guard our boundaries!!

Happiness lasts for a day in the game
With a promise of peaceful future lies the fame!!

Losing to the rivals is no shame!!
Losing to the terrorists, who would take the blame??

Think
And
Reap a good thought today!!

A desperado can’t feel the pleaded for life,
They won’t allow a life to breath today,
Their strength to see a soul in mourn,
They grow under the sea of blood,
But can defeat them through not to foreboding!

By: Nida Mahmoed

One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
A day which changed map projection,
Which apart the hearts,
Extirpate many dreams,
Floating bodies in the river,
Conjoin pain and frighten memories,
Memories which we would recall on 16th December,
When we were recalling the memories of severance with Dhaka,
Woe was in the breeze,
But an enemy afar from all emotions,
Bloodthirsty souls; Extirpate many dreams,
Dreams of to become a pilot, doctor and a responsible citizen,
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
We’ll never forget,
One enemy but two faces,
First Dhaka than Peshawar,
But they did not knew,
Events of dolorous conjoined the nations!

By: Nida Mahmoed