Kasheer by Mrinalini Harchandrai

You are that mansion allowed to evanesce still the innocence of light seeps through your chandeliered heart nature’s cashmere façade creeps on your silken carpets the Himalayas landscape your upper storeys, they sweep and staircase around you grandly like bannisters your roses sit embroidered with ballroom grandeur ghostly sweetness against … Read more →

A Corpse

Qaisar Bashir   A corpse! Where? Across the stream–where? I don’t see it. Blind horse! What? The corpse. There!… Under the walnut tree. Accident, murder? Murder… You think so? Bullet shells… They’re not bullet shells. True, it’s the brain–scattered and crushed like ripe mulberries. I don’t understand… Tell me more! … Read more →

Quick Recollection of the Kashmir Siege

Ansur Khan #Death of a neighbor We witnessed the death of a neighbor, it was 8th August 2019. Not many knew about it because of the communication blackout. No mobile or internet services were available. The family had to make an announcement in Masjid for her burial and funeral prayers. … Read more →

The obstacle in the path of justice is State itself

Umer Beigh in conversation with Asiya Andrabi’s youngest son Ahmed Bin Qasim On July 10, the National Investigation Agency (NIA) attached the house of incarcerated 56-year-old Asiya Andrabi, a senior pro-freedom leader heading Dukhtaraan-e-Millat under the provisions of Unlawful Activities (Prevention) Act. Though “no searches were conducted” but investigators maintained … Read more →

Kashmir – The Invisible and the Damned

Aijaz Zaka Syed   You can look away now The Vale of tears has dried up And a deathly silence stalks the Dal   Deserted towns, burnt orchards and  shadows everywhere. Paradise will ne’er be the same again Nothing will ever be the same again   We, the invisible and the … Read more →

Abandonment 

Daaniyal Hassan   At Srinagar Airport The waiting furniture has grown roots in the frosted floor.   The carpenter’s chisel runs smooth blade in my palms.   Grape leaves are carved on walnut wood.   This is the anatomy of deficient hands without you.   From door to door of … Read more →

The number “four”

Yogesh Mishra   On the way to school Zuni counts One barricade, two barricades, three barricades Green is Pakistan Saffron is India And blood is red It is little Zuni’s new charade The way she learns counting and recalls a color’s name   I do not know whom to blame … Read more →

A poem for Aasif Sultan

Omer Sultan I wrote this poem to address the illegal imprisonment of Aasif Sultan, the Assistant Editor of Kashmir Narrator, a monthly magazine. Aasif, my brother was arrested on the intervening night of 27th and 28th of August 2018. He dropped me to the airport a day before his arrest. … Read more →