Not even tears are there for mourning. Not even protest I would resort to for I will turn sightless through pellets. For attaining peace, not even death is there Introducing my vale, the choked area of the map which has become more lifeless, more haunting through Occupation and Oppression!
Where I live, Is a devastating place. So are its people! Where I live, Worthless are its fathers, Who raise their sons- Only to shoulder their coffins! Where I live, Hapless are its mothers, Who sing lullaby- For their dead children! Where I live, Is a wretched place. So are its people! Poet is researcher […]
“There are some people who have deformed face and limbs. They are very scary and dangerous for people, particularly for children. They haunt and hurt children wherever they see them.” “Perhaps, the elders have seen these people and have faced their wrath. That is the reason they keep us telling these stories. This was normal […]
Let me take you, To the aura of occupation, Wherein we, On the daily basis, Clean blood, Clad shroud to our Martyrs! And offer their funeral prayers! The story doesn’t end here, Our Martyrs do come in our dreams, And ask us only one question- Did our Nation get Free? Did we get Azaadi? To […]
O’ my countrymen, I’m prepared. For I’ve bought my shroud, you see! This white cloth, now- Remains with me day and night! As you’re yourself aware, This occupation won’t leave me either. O’ my countrymen, Occupation comes with uncertainty. And now I beseech you, To be in the state of Wudhu, For you’ll always be […]
Not a new phenomenon for the people of Jammu and Kashmir when the Indian state, post the collapse of the disparate alliance between People’s Democratic Party (PDP) and Bhartiya Janata Party (BJP), has again promulgated the Governor’s Rule in J&K. The most important fact is that this kind of phenomenon has already been witnessed on […]
They found me in debris, Filled with dust allover, And it was the time- When they lost me! The birds, Were bereft of my company, It spoke of the time- When they lost me! The alleys, That colored my childhood, Turned colorless- When they lost me! The comrades, Who fought with me- Missed the valour […]
My dear Soldiers, From now onwards- Every Ramadhan, You will celebrate here only! And today in Shopian, With high reverence- Almighty invited them to Heavens! Poet is an independent researcher and professional social worker. Disclaimer: Views expressed are exclusively personal and do not necessarily reflect the position or editorial policy of Oracle Opinions.
O’ Azaadi, Let there be death- Either from our side, Or from the oppressor’s side! Let there be one decision! O’ Azaadi, This excruciating pain, In the fight to achieve you- Has rendered us lifeless! O’ Azaadi, This yearning for you- Has made us insane! Has turned us frail, From all the corners of life. […]