"chinars" poems
I come from Kashmir
where land is green & white snow bed
and I come from Kashmir
where roads aren’t black but are red.
I come from Kashmir
where Daughter Tajamul brought Gold
and I come from Kashmir
where daughter Nafiya craves for her father’s body and lost his soul.
I come from Kashmir
where journalists get Peter Mackler & Pulitzer awards
and yet I come from Kashmir
where journalists get charged under UAPA as a reward.
I come from Kashmir
where Thekedar gets benefits under the Roshni Act
and I come from Kashmir
where an internet shutdown of 551 days was for every sect.
I come from Kashmir
where Gupta g ranked 1st in the country
and yet I come from Kashmir
where youth have to carry ID’s to prove their identity.
I come from Kashmir
which was known for its cultural dress Pheran
and I come from Kashmir
which now has more business in selling Kaffan.
I come from Kashmir
which Allama called the valley of braves
and I come from Kashmir
which now is the valley of Graves.
I come from Kashmir
which was called Earth’s Heaven
and yet I come from Kashmir
which now is the World’s Biggest Prison.
I come from Kashmir
where Chinars paint the autumn gold
and I come from Kashmir
where every spring, new tombstones unfold.
I come from Kashmir
where Dal Lake mirrors the moon’s glow
and I come from Kashmir
where blood taints the rivers’ flow.
I come from Kashmir
where children dream of books and play
and I come from Kashmir
where childhoods vanish in smoke and clay.
I come from Kashmir
where lovers once whispered in gardens wide
and yet I come from Kashmir
where silence now walks side by side.
I come from Kashmir
where poets wrote of love and fate
and yet I come from Kashmir
where verses now carry only weight.
I come from Kashmir
which history books fail to define
and I come from Kashmir
which lives between the headlines’ lines.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
I SAT ON THE EDGE OF CREEK
The moss on the boulder sleek..
The viridescent carpet all grey
Beneath sapling an old man lay ..
Wrinkled face, ripped hands,
Wearing pheran, shabby lands,
Scuffing eyes
Where pain lies !
Beyond tree line
Is the Alpine
Where
The sun always shines...
The Autumn exploring the bottom,
Chinars burning,
Children mourning...
Beyond Chinars is my House,
And that is the place
Where is my Spouse
That is the place
Where is my spouse....
Rayees Ali Najar
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
I sat along the golden leaves of chinars
Autumn working like a zinner....
The nest lay unlatched ,
The stars above uncatched..
The spectre of winter embezzle every Hope of spring...
The snow puffs primed to Hug the buttercups .....
The Heart ablazed with the thoughts of death,
When the spring accompanying Autumn !!!!
When I "ll be laid in the bottom ....
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC