#kashmiri
I lost me
Somewhere between silent tears and fake smiles
Between “I’m fine” and aching miles
Between holding on and letting go
I buried myself in what you’ll never know
I lost me
In dreams I crafted but couldn't achieve
In people I loved who chose to leave
In promises broken, in words unsaid
In the echo of hope that quietly fled
I lost me
While being strong when I was weak
While hiding pain I couldn’t speak
While being the sun in someone’s night
I forgot I too deserved the light
I lost me
To fears I fed and lies I wore
To battles fought behind closed doors
To the mirror that stopped reflecting me
And showed a stranger, silently
I lost me
But maybe, just maybe
One day in sujood, in a tearful plea
In the noor of truth, I’ll find me
The real me who was meant to be
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 12:34 AM UTC
Qatil *** main khud jazbaat ka meray,
Har din karta *** qatl apni baat ka meray.
Jo dil ke kone mein chhupa dukh tha,
Aaj ban gaya hai shor hayaat ka meray.
Meri har khushi ko main khud mitata raha,
Qareeb na aaya koi bhi saath ka meray.
Mohabbat ka diya khud hi bujhaya maine,
Kya gila karun ab kisi firaaq ka meray?
Har dafa main khud hi chor ban jata hun,
Shikayat kaisi ** kisi ilzaam ka meray?
Qatil *** main khud jazbaat ka meray,
Har din karta *** qatl apni baat ka meray.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
Your face is like the rose in bloom,
A radiant charm in every room.
Its glow reflects a quiet light,
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.
Cover it with the veil so fine,
A treasure rare, a gift divine.
Let modesty guard this precious art,
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.
Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,
A sign of blessings rich and fair.
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,
And let it shine in rightful ways.
Your face is like the rose, so pure,
A creation crafted to endure.
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,
And let its fragrance fill the air.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 4:58 AM UTC
Kashmir is not just beautiful
It was also free of violence,
Not too far back in history,
That did occur just 7 to 8 centuries ago.
Then they poured out of Central Asia,
Hordes getting bigger with each wave,
Eliminate they did the original people.
In 1320, it was Zulju raiding Kashmir,
Then Rinchana, a Tibetan Büđđhïst refugee, he took over.
Rinchana had Shah Mir as his Minister,
Shah Mir persuaded Rinchana to Islam.
After Rinchana, his son was set to be the ruler,
However, Shah Mir killed this lawful successor.
In 1339, Shah Mir became the first Muslim ruler of Kashmiri lands,
Initially, they did not dare harm the original Hïnđū inhabitants.
Then it was just Muslim kings for few centuries and slowly the Hïnđū heaven slipped into Muslim hands.
Now we know what is the ground reality,
The demography became Islamized over centuries,
All arts and crafts stand dwarfed by violence,
What they aim is an Islamic State, an Islamic Earth.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
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
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
Pain, mayhem in words is huge tonight
My rhyming may cause a deluge tonight
A besotted, is fond of her for last time
God, In her arms, he seeks refuge tonight
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
Let me unroll rugs, prayers to furnish tonight
Promise to my Lord may accomplish tonight
Urdu sipped my blood since years back
Let me try my grief in English tonight
Stars walked around the sky over her mansion
Eagerly gathered to know her wish tonight
Rivulets flowing down your cheeks are havoc
Oh Lord! Who will relieve her anguish tonight
Evening of June and approaching misfortune
Silently my hopes wait to vanish tonight
Who cares for Life, Leila and Love
Let them cause my soul to perish tonight
Mirza, in Husayn's abode, swears by Lord
In divine Kingdom, he feels devilish tonight
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
The border at Jammu & Kashmir,
One of the highest battlegrounds.
Though that scenery is beautiful,
The soil there is stained in blood.
The blood of terrorists & soldiers,
Sadly defiles the heaven in there.
White peaks often don a red hue,
Those serene valleys face hellfire.
They do not realize that it is vain,
They war in the name of religion.
Disrupting peace and calm there,
They often desecrate the paradise.
Christ is said to have gone there,
After his resurrection of course.
Hindu deities are also fabled so,
The land of Gods and their messengers has been desecrated time and again.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC