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.

Don't Fall In Love But Rise In Love

Regardless of the endeavors we go through, to procure what our desires urge us to pursue; It is too truthful a statement to be rebuffed that very few manage to achieve the ambitions they have set before them. Hence, we are left with no option but to accept what destiny has already framed for us. Without dwelling further on the helplessness we are overpowered by, before the strange case of Destiny etc, let me turn to the theme I have chosen for today's write up. Yes -" Don't fall; rather rise in Love". Facing the harsh reality, it is quite reasonable to say that your ride can't always turn out to be smooth when you fall in love. It is certain, for a time being, your life may appear to be full of excitements, dramas and happiness. Everything else seems running unhindered. Even its pain itself take the form of cure like, glitterati Leo Dicaprio (Jack) felt after falling in love with Kate Winslett (Rose) in TITANIC . This merriment and delight can last long but all you have to do is to keep rising in love instead of falling in it.

In the current times, being in relationship is not a new thing but as common as anything. For a time being, getting crazy about someone seems nice to such an extent that even the person (himself/herself) hardly wishes to get rid of it but once you lose your prestige, then and only you become conscious to the cost of being in relationship. When the ecstatic moments take no time to turn into wails and dreadful ones and very soon this agitation of nerves lets you to realize that what you were portraying the dream was only an illusion in real life. The euphoria fades away and you are faced with sufferings along with a great deal of distress and chaos. In my views; one should not get involved in relationships preposterously. "Dribs-and-Drabs are the people who respect the emotions of others while as rest of the lads just consider Love as a convenient route to pass the time– which is highly disgusting and condemnable.

Quite often we “Bend our Ears” on this topic and come up with a bulk of views on it. Love has no set answer for it. Different minds deliver different judgments about love and it mainly depends upon the person how they treat and get treated by it. Poets and authors have tried to define the statement of love for centuries and many of us know intuitively that love is major purpose for living- the connection which is inherent in all that we do and sans love we cannot survive as a species but love is a complex matter and if it could be elaborated logically, all the relationships would get their goals and all the agonies it cause will vanish away.

A widespread perception goes: “Love is blind” or “futile”. These are just some false ideas raised by losers in this field. But my conscience says love is force that can help you to expand your life and bring forth your innate potential with dynamic vitality but the condition is that you’ve to do it with the hearts purity, in a nice and fair way. A healthy relationship is one in which two people encourage and bring out good in each other. Hush-hush, if you tend to neglect your kindred while being in a relationship; if your partner becomes your only central focus; if you over shade everything else excepting it, you are surely going on a wrong track. And definitely will its negative influence affect your life - thus depriving you of the perfect happiness. Antoine de saint – Exupery, the author of the LITTLE PRINCE, once wrote, “Love is not two people gazing each other, but two people looking ahead together in the same direction.” By following these words, your relationship will last longer and that too in a cheerful manner. Simply, when both the partners share similar values, beliefs and respect their differences, there is a little possibility of discord. Safety lies in avoiding getting so love-struck as to attempt creating a world where only the two of them exist and succumbing to the view that love is the “be all and end all”.
In the end, let me admit that sans respect and trust neither will the relationship last long nor will two people be able to bring out the best in each other.So don't follow the literal meaning and fall in love - rise in love anyway, you and I keep rising.

Fallen Twilight

Braving the odds alone
Perplexed,
Ruptured in catastrophes’
Amid shrieking tranquility
He was wailing – on his deceased paramour
Beneath the maple – on the recliner
The falling twilight – was reminiscing  him
The every tryst they had, there
On the same recliner,
Beneath the same maple
 Resting his head – in her lovely lap
Staring her elegant face
bruising his lips on her forehead
clasping and nurturing her with love
sweeping off her tears – from her cheeks
Holding her hands,
leaving and holding again,
entwined his fingers with her.
Cherishing her priceless smiles,
Her ogles and Tattle-Tales.
Missing her achingly,
He was wishing for her presence – only
He was craving for a soul – for his Skelton
and a charm – for his uncharmed  face
Even the fascinating communication of birds,
made him feel so deaden and seclude.
Once who was a mob in itself
was now alone and broken
like a moon amid stars.
Like a single tree in desert.
Like an Air on Lifeless planet
with nobody to respire it.

I don’t wanna live life anymore, he said;
Not by befriending her dearth
Not with her apparition.
Memorizing the time,
when she “swept him off his feet”,
Interim;
He got a lump in his throat
He – on the verge of tears
Narrated – I lost all I had
I lost her – I lost life
for she was a life of mine.
Life – Life sans her is like;
a creek with no water in it to flow.
It’s like a new dawn
sans mounting sun – sprouting its sheen.
It’s like a cloudy firmament
but no rain to rain for years.
Is like this maple tree,
When beneath its me sans her.
Its like this recliner,
Where I’m resting alone,
without her lap I laid my head in.
Without her hands with I’d have entwined mine.
Without her face, I used to stick my eyes upon.
It’s like this planet but with no life doable on it,
With no Sun and a Moon to dazzle it.
It’s like ME Sans HER...

`` Fragile Silence ``

With lamented eyes and poignant heart
every beat sounds sad and every tear shrieks
on the brink of tributary, on the pebbly floor
amid of fathomless silence, and water acoustics
hand in glove like silence and dusk are
and cheerless river was tarrying for my arrival.

Like sun was going to dip in the creek,
and enchanting communication of birds.
Like flourishing buds hovering on the water
and the scene of dancing aquatics.

Like gloomy stream, I hold flowing soreness
inside along my hearts deep ravine.
Like gleaming rays, there exist no bounds
where my affections would give up.
Like blooming buds, Thee could adorn me
as they made this cheerless rivulet.

Like the firmament appears with earth on the horizon
I behold charisma beyond their every tryst.
Like the wind and the desert fragrances’ along
dune to dune – in the scent of dust.

Like their tryst – let us have the charm of one
beyond the horizon, on the sly.
Like wind and dunes – let us get mixed up evermore
in the aroma of love – Thee in Me and Me in Thee.

No more it'll remain a dusk - if we'll meet at the sundown
But'll emerge in a dazzling dawn - like sun and moon dancing as one.