Words unsaid Lies in my heart Like creases on the bed. The gratitude, the concern, The love that I may have showed. They remain stuck to the walls of my heart Choking me upto the throat. They should have flowed. The unshared emotions and all the guilt. Have blocked my heart like accumulated silt. Now even if I want to grab someone's hand I am not able to move, as if stuck in sand. Lately a grave lesson life has taught. And this burden, believe me it weighs a lot.
Kashmir has been a living irony before our eyes. Everytime we tend to look for a hope in our lives and circumstances we actually hold on to another disappointment coming to us. There is no humanity left among so called "humans" and surely no better days coming to our so called paradise. We are being fed with candied poisons, and deceptive speeches. As the world suffers in this catastrophe, war in our home never finds rest. Every hand ready to slit the throat of other while we bear every outcome. Being a part of this land , it kills me to see innocence bleeding at hands of power and we stitches of freedom to speak Will peace someday be ours? Will there be humanity again?
Mujhe b to din bahaarun k dekhne the Khwaab dilsoz nazaarun k dekhne the
Mere chaman mai b phool khilte kabhi Tabeer apne khwaabun k dekhne the
Mujhe b to aasmaanu mai udhna tha Raaste haseen sitaarun k dekhne the
Chand pe mujhe b ek ghar banana tha Din apne mazboot iraadun k dekhne the
Mere husn pe b tum Ghazal likhte Rameez Rang tere ash'aarun k dekhne the