After Tomorrow

After Tomorrow
I may not see you,
your dazzling, gorgeous face
your priceless smile
I am ready to die for
your presence,
I cherish the most.
Your ogles
beautiful thing happend to me
and after tomorrow
I may not see you
or else
I may not see me.

After Tomorrow
I may not be amid you
and I'll miss you - Achingly
let me scribble it
let me speak my heart out.
After tomorw,
distances'll fall
and
each second'll turn into a century
every dawn'll bring poignant sheen
days'll be down in the dumps
and dusks'll bring insomniac nights.

After tomorrow
you may never hear my name
never you hear my poetry
I WRITE FOR YOU.
but remember,
i'll never halt my pen
to bleed in your gratitude
I'll never cease my heart,
from loving you-unconditinally
I can never stop my mind
from your reverie.
And I may never restrain my eyes 
for searching you everywhere.
Remember
I'll love you
till - I'm above the earth
and the day is I'll mourn
when I breath beneath it.

After tomorow
I'll love you even more
I'll make odes
in your tribute
without thinking about
metaphors and similes
without rhymes and limits.


After tomorrow
I'll look for you
behind my back
in my room,
listening to my poems
(smiling, raising you eyebrows in reply)
I'll search you
in my books
in Agha's splendid poetry
and when
Rumi's ravishing verses
dance in the silent chords of harp.
And in the whole obsession
I'll forget to search you In ME.

Nature Wants Us To Introspect

Since the flood fury, a drizzle send shivers down the spine of Kashmiris. Whether it is the result of our deeds or “test by God”, in both the cases we aren’t ready to change ourselves. The sad part is that we don’t even bother to think whether we should mend our ways or not. The rain, which frequently enriches the beauty of meadows, forests and fields, has come with devastation to the disturbing limits of unattractiveness.

A well known Kashmiri proverb goes “huen’ lot tra’yaak khumbs, tat’ ti dra’aaw huen’ lot uy “ – which means bent tail of a dog was kept under the soil, but it couldn’t get rid of its curviness. I mean from the preceding catastrophe in the form of earthquake of 2005 it is clear that we did not learn any lesson and if we fail to learn anything now then above mentioned saying suits us better.

Think it this way. When everybody was shouting pick up and run away with whatever you can, look for a safe shelter wherever possible, when everybody was beating his/her bosom and was enchanting the holy verses of Quran and repenting for his/her hidden and apparent sins, and when some others were shrieking that Jhelum has breached its borders; nature above there must have mumbled, ‘you ruined and wasted my beautiful resources, now face my wrath’.

“Poz chu toth” – truth is bitter and the reality is that Jhelum was not breaching its banks but it wanted to reclaim its original limits; looking for what once was its own and what people had usurped now to build beautiful concrete. Of course in the search of its limits, Jhelum destroyed whatever came to halt its march – mostly the illegal constructions along the threshold of Jhelum. It is a clear indication that nature unleashes its rage not at all by itself but when it is compelled to do so by the greed of a man.

Yot tam poz pazi, tot’tam alam dazi – “until the truth is revealed, the world would have burnt to ashes. The recent catastrophe in the valley undeniably exposed the undue interference of humans in nature, which otherwise must be allowed to take its own course. Whether it was because of heavy rainfall or anything else, if we had paved way for overflowing Jhelum waters to ease itself, we could have saved ourselves. Now even if we are ready to greet its pact but it would be like “shaal tchlit bath’n lor’I” – To beat hedges after the jackal has run away.

William Ruckelshaus once said: “Nature provides us a free lunch but only if we control our appetites.” Alas, for our materialistic lust we have destroyed it all!. We left it with no option but to destroy us. It merrily did. It rendered us helpless, so helpless that we didn’t even know where to run for. Doesn’t all that call for some introspection? Introspect, we must!


Aversion of this article was also published in print edition of daily Kashmir Reader on Thursday, 13 November 2014 http://kashmirreader.com/nature-wants-us-to-introspect-25512

" UnSung Emotions "

There is a word of love
which;
they narrate through eyes
in every profund silence
that reigns
and shines on them.

There is a world
where they meet
before the sun hit the mountains
where they exist
beyond a great margin
but beats together.

There comes a span
one after every round
that clock makes
when obscurity looms
on Box and dice.
Of night's woven darkness
where they have a tryst
when rest disappears
and sleeps in the slumber.

There comes a dawn
when they break
frozen and befallen serene
when they speak
and somethings go unsaid.

There is a land
where insanes reside
and call themselves Human.
where moon is blamed
when sun hides
where cloud bursts
but never bring rain.

where he beholds her
the reason for;
the heart his bosom embraces
where his world depopulates
when she remain unseen

and sun rains poignancy
and moon turns black.


Where they have build nest
of dreams; living together.
Of sapphire curtain
dangling on the pane.
Of crimson carpet beneath.

Where he would fondle her
and make odes
in her love and tribute
where his eyes stick
to the way;
he still waits there
They cherished last where.

~ Obsession ~

When my gaze land
on her silky cheeks,
my heart throbes hastly
my blood in vains rush
as it was stopped for years.


Things appear in a beautiful attire ...
My sun mounts in the west
waters flow in the opposite trend
intoxicated twilight sings 'Yeh shaam mastani, madhosh kiya jaiye'
when dawn starts with 'Pyar dewana hota hai mastana hota hai'


In every slumber,
I hark her wrabbled voice
sweeter than any music of lyre
In solitude I saw her like apparition
I felt her scent mingled and
dancing in the breeze
In dream I saw her as my bride
in a finest white garb
with a crown of flowers.


In the garden of Adam and Eve
we ate the fruits of restricted plant
we rest in the moonlit dusk
and the golden rays of moon
shines and busses on her neck.
And her gem like eyes led me
to the doors of heaven.

All I want to meet her
for an instant,
I want to let her know
Vis-a-vis,
that I Love You
that I Live You
that I Dream You- honestly saying

I Love You
not just the three words are they
but the verse
I chant and sing
in my every breath.


I Live You,
A tinge of sensation - I feel
when THY soul mongles with mine.
Vanish this fathomless silence - beloved
and let this world shrink
Under the burning sun
In the hovering moon
In our Love, and the life
I Live, In you
I Live for you.

I dream you
is the world
where the two of us exist.
Where silence sings
the chorus of love
where winds dance unconsciously
after your enthraling voices
where roses lend the fragrance
from the petals of your crown.
I dream
where I spend sundown's
beneath your silken tresses
and sunrises
in your gorgeous lap.