The Kashmirian

Kashmir...I love you! I remembered you Tears couldn't help holding but pour out the pain that i have been living with all my life Words have failed me once again... I don't even know how am I supposed to feel? Should I be sad? For the land where 60 years ago my dad was born Is now in the hands of Indians? Should I be angry? For some people are celebrating one of history's biggest crime Of invading a land of other people and claim it their own? Should I be hopeful? that even after 64 years Kashmiris are still standing,fighting, and never loosing faith in their freedom.. Even if they live in the other parts of the world When asked "Where from are You?" They say "We are From Kashmir,Not India" Should I be a Heartbroken? Even after 60 years the land is still occupied and brutalised with a million soldiers Holding guns at my sisters,mothers and my people? Should i be a Pessimist? that India’s occupation is being called "legitimate" and "Integral Part?" and that the leaders of the world are congratulating it for its independence and its riches that all the Muslims and the sane have done nothing to aid their brothers and sisters? Should I be sorry? for all the million obvious reasons for living my life normally as always for forgetting and moving on? Should I be ashamed? because not only the land is not free but us here and there? Longing to meet by the gates of Jhelum Longing to be together,Free Kashmir... I don't know which of these feelings should prevail but I can't help but say I love you... I love you Land of the Saints and the resilient.

No one can take away from me My identity, For it is mine. Kashmiri am I. I am the river that flows ...Through my land. I am the mountain Noble and magnificent Rising up out of chaos and destruction. I greet the morning sun That shines down on my fertile valleys I am the red rose and yellow tulips That grow upon my bloodstained hills I am the battle cry of freedom That echoes through my corridors And every fiber of my being. Kashmiri am I. I am the proud owner of apple orchards and cherry blossoms and honey bees,wild and free. I am the David child wielding a single stone Against the Indian Goliath. I am not afraid, For truth is with me and God is on my side. My brethren are the bulbuls,hoopoes and kingfishers That fly unhindered above my rivers I am a Kashmiri,Therefore, I am. No one can take my identity Away from me, Not tanks or guns or bombs Meant to desecrate me and kill me, My country lives in me. I am the cry of liberty, No matter what they take from me, They can't take away my identity Or my dignity. Kashmiri Am I.

Breaking Inside, Tears right in the eyes But don’t let them fall Smile on the face Trembling lips But don’t you frown Going into an oblivion Solitary like always Dreams right in your eyes Shattered, Bleeding Eyes full of tears Not letting them fall On the Boulevard Where dreams turn dust Laughing with yourself How different the journey has turned out Emotions, Let them flow Sick of pretension to be strong Yes, I am broke Not ashamed but the truth Drinking the failure to the full My heart cracking beneath the strong show Hearing voices of rhetoric “You have to be strong...” Sometimes you just have to flow Like the Glacier which breaks apart Into a River Let me be the river now, Let me flow with my tears Let me gather dust on my way Let me love the treacherous course Let me find my love, my sea Let me be on my own, let me be myself.

A Hundred thousand annihilated in Kashmir in the most cruel manner An imperialist genocide by the fascist armies 700,000 troops occupying the land Thousands widowed,raped and orphaned Where's the humanity? How would you feel your freedom being Hijacked By the people who holocausted thousands of Muslims and buried under a ground where the State holds Parade Promised of your Freedom and betrayed in the back & occupied Called a terrorist if demanded the same How would you feel? How would you feel when kicked out of our home Disappeared,tortured and maimed Dubbed as a Militant and killed in a Fake. How would you feel hundreds getting killed In-front of your eyes while demanding their rights While the guns pump 40 inside you? How would you feel Your Mother getting raped by many Killed in a cold blood and Called it Drowning How would you feel Your Sister getting molested You are helpless with gun at your aim How would feel being a prisoner in your own land and your screams for freedom suffocated The young teens hold a stone Pumped with bullets and called Killed in Self Defense Why do the People dictate the terms who never were paraded for their identity they live in the Cozy of their homes Why do people debate who's wrong and who's right when the people are getting massacred Stones against bullets Rises Kashmir's Intifada In cities,towns and villages Condemning oppression,injustice & abuse of power

Oh brother i was waiting for you Waiting for you to comeback Why didn't you come? Oh brother i remember you you were little i used to carry you Never thought i will carry you in a Coffin Oh brother i remember you You loved white clothes Never thought you will wear it for the last time Oh brother i remember you You Loved to Run Fast Never thought you would finish like this Oh brother i remember you Playing Hide & Seek Never thought you will hide forever Oh brother i remember you your fingers holding my finger when we walked Never thought you will touch it for the last time Oh brother i remember Giving hugs with a warm smile Never thought i would hug you with tears Oh brother why did you leave me You were too young to leave How am i going to tell Mother that she won't see you ever How am i going to tell Father that he won't walk with you ever How am i going to tell myself that you won't be with me anymore... Never Thought a Life without you...

Arrested for protesting By The Country where Gandhi Lived, Hit by a baton and smoke A Young Boy takes up a Stone, He knows that he may be killed, By the gun of the man eater, What's a Life surviving under Oppression? It’s Better to die for a cause For the Freedom and For your people As he is hit by a canister in his head He sees a white light from the sky, But what holds his soul back, O Martyr "I am thinking about my Mother, She Must be waiting for me" As he falls into sleep, His Mother comes into his dream O Son, How do you feel? "Ma, It’s so free here" O Son, Why did You Leave Me? Had kept the tea and Chochwor for you to eat? "Ma the essence of the freedom doesn't keep me hungry" O Son! I am so Proud Of you, but i want to be with you, "Oh Mother, the day my land would be free, you will see me and feel me in every breath, Oh Son Did you See Your Brothers? "Oh Ma they are angels,my brothers here" Oh Son! you have died for a cause But the Pain of Losing you is still there I smell and hug your little clothes Whenever the pain of losing you Stirs up the deepest emotions I see you in my dreams Remembering how you bloomed And my tears have dried up But the pain is still there I have lost you to the wind I will not mourn anymore For you was Innocent And you became a war-cry!

The moment I opened my heart and let you in

I saw this great love starting to begin.

I opened my eyes to a vision of you I hope, I pray your feelings are true.

I have loved and I have paid the cost And I have felt the pain of the love I lost.

But, now, I think I have truly found An Angel who walks upon the ground.

You go beyond all limits for me Just to show your love endlessly.

I could search my whole life through And never find another 'you'.

You are so special that I wanted you to know I truly, completely love you so

Last night before i went to bed Thoughts of you filled my head Though I have not cried this way in many years Onto my pillow fell six silent tears

The first was for your smile that I miss
And your tender lips I long to kiss
The second was for your angle face
And thoughts of your loving embrace

The third came as no suprise
As I thought of your beautiful eyes
The fourth came rolling
Instead of my pillow, it should have been you I was holding

The fifth came for one reason alone
I felt my love for you wasn't fully shown
I really love and miss you my dear
And there just fell the sixth silent tear.

Where Ever i see my heart burns I hate the word Love But i am Living Some How Maybe By The Memories Maybe Almighty Wants To Punish Me For Loving Someone So Much In my eyes there's just fire That does not extinguish My throbbing Heart never ceases to beat Why does it feel i have commited a Sin? A Sin Of Love Hey dear come back I have had enough of this Or let me die in your lap How Can I Live with this? How Can i forget you? How can i stop loving you? There's not a single Second When my tears don't roll down on my face Yes the same face you once used to kiss There's not a Second when my heart doesn't pain Yes the same heart you stole from me The twinkle in my eyes has gone Yes the same eyes you used to fall in I feel like i am isolated from this world I am away from my shadow As i am away from you I even cry in my sleep I see in the morning that ''My pillow is wet by my tears''