When the War is  over

Shabir Ahmad Mir   When the war is over And you can come over To our side I will let you poke Your finger Into the holes left By bullets and pellets And you will feel how much they hurt Still.   When the war is over I will let … Read more →

Refugee by Manisha Manhas

1. when the worm- bitten memories; decided to consume us We offered them a part of our hearts. And took a flight over a river.   To reach a land called Home.   Steeped in the memory of a lane- the silence of a town. A market of corpses,   … Read more →

Two Poems by Arnab Chakraborty

1 Today, like most days There were a lot of people in the market Of poetry. The highest were of course Like finest chinaware Created with love devotion and sacrifice, And like all great things in the market Received little attention And littler reward. The 200 rupee poems were being … Read more →

Incipience and other poems

Taseer Gujral ~ incipience ~   the place i come from does not exist anymore it was a soluble continent a filigree of gold and green fed by a maze of five rivers it survived the wounds of a land divided and a savage holocaust only to hear the sufi … Read more →

Tattoos and Commitments

Abishake Koul   I met her when she was young, She had a tattoo of a Chinar leaf, And the leaf had a bullet hole in it, Even the tattooed leaf had withered.   Her voice quivered when she spoke, Of guns brushing against her body, And then she showed … Read more →

Wait, where are all the men?

Padmashri Maddala   Wait: Where are all the men? Women, young and old Family, friends and relatives, All around her women bustle as, moist memories flood their blank eyes thin strands of old bonds cling on mutely. The jaded mirror on the wall stares back in turmoil, Can she wear … Read more →

Memoir and other poems

Minerva   MEMOIR Loving you I’ve outloved myself. How does a desperate person love? till the point of desperation and a little more. A yawn stretched to a sigh in the corner of my eye swims a black dot. A black fairy flies to the sky and smothers it black … Read more →

Nights and other poems

Sahana Mukherjee   Nights packed in a suitcase, your heart turns liminal like each landing of a staircase in a book each border you cross to dig out the inheritance of graves.   Bring me a stone I slipped into my pocket a maple leaf for you. It dried up … Read more →

Unheard Ordeal of a Half Widow

  Khan Ansur   life has become a dirge, torn image, I’ve become alike silence has engulfed my life so, entangled in melancholy   decade passed, as if a century I’ve gone through, with your memories, still waiting for you,   vividly I remember those days, when you used to … Read more →

A festival inside four walls

On the day of Eid-ul-Fitr, Ahmed Bin Qasim pens a poem for his incarcerated father and mother. Ahmed is the youngest son of Asiya Andrabi the chief of Dukhtaran-e-Millat who is serving a latest sentence under the draconian Public Safety Act, and Dr. Qasim Faktoo who is in jail since 1992. I could hear … Read more →

NaPoWriMo: April Poems

In the month of April which is dedicated to poetry Samia Meraj curates some poems for Kashmir Lit. The poets featured here are Inshah Malik, Omair Bhat, Sobia Bhat, and Samia herself. Scroll down to read:    Inshah Malik 1 Heart aches for summer, And you aren’t around I had asked … Read more →

Absolute

Jhilmil Breckenridge   Does it serve you well? The white robes, giving sermons from high. Do you sleep well in the inky night? When your voice instigates rivers of red  in valleys of peace? It is heard that God’s words were to be read and interpreted. You are the interpreter … Read more →

Sorry and other poems

Ruhan Madni Naqash Sorry  Sorry for not being your “lovely handsome Kashmiri boy; beautiful Kashmiri babe”- I’ve been very busy dying on the roads with these polka dots you make on my body with your guns- I’ve been very busy crying Freedom. Freedom. Freedom for the walls for not being … Read more →

Ammi

Rehmat Malik I wrote this poem about a year ago when I was visiting “Azad” Jammu-Kashmir, my mother’s homeland. I wanted to explore generational differences in understanding the Kashmiri struggle for Azadi (liberation) and solidarity across the Line of Control. I wanted to write about my mother, a Kashmiri who … Read more →