Will you die for me
he asked

She smiled faintly and replied,
Had you asked me this a year before the answer would have been

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The above phrase is written in bold italics underlined with a double-edged sword and highlighted in blood

But you ask me now
And since then much has changed
Life has shifted And so has my answer period

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In search of time,
I embarked to calculate it.
I couldn't,
as it escaped
like the sand in my hand.
Measuring it with
unit of coffee spoons
wasn't standard enough.
I had to reduce
myself to an atomic level.
What I saw, I wish I could write...
I do not

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Endless horizon of Pujab
Surrenders before my eyes,
As if it had ended at the end.

Enclosed Kashmir,
Bounded by mountains,
But for me, it never ends.

There was always beyond-mountain universe,
Beyond-mountain tales, myths, and unknown fairy land,
Chambers where sun and stars would rest
At dusk and the other at dawn.

Beyond the mountains, the land is restricted,
And within them too.

Mountainous boundary has a subordinate

A barbed wire.

Which one truly guards us?

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Voi[si]lence

When you are screaming your stories
From inside,
But they can't come out,
As in your home,
You are mute,
You are muzzled
By hand of the occupier
I wonder what act this is,
I shall call it voi[si]lence.

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Chronicles of death

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"your" tone echos "west"
Self defining "me" ...

[shanthi]

...

Here we have no 'Edward Said'
to expose you

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What if sky is upside down for some?
This earth be your sky then.
Those who kissed the sky till now
Moved far and far and far.

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Those who blasted a stone
To get their food.
Some opened the grave to meet their fate,
Others closed their eyes before reality.

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You consumed everything, Sane superior master,
You pointed and owned.
Some wish you to meet others
Who were pointed at and killed.

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Who closed the door, I ask?
Who, from the solid walls,
Pushed me into Wonderland?
I wonder.

World is strange, Isn’t it?

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No poetry emerges from engines,
No poet operates life long.
Preached material is immortal,
As it said no to monetary.

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Is there no Abraham to smite Mardukh
In this trembling world.
Widened with solitude,
No longer do we seek
The caves of enlightenment
Have we civilized them, I wonder?
It is apocalyptic!
May not that savage beast
Appear from the civilized.

Why is there no home left in the mountains?
Why don't we lean against ancient walls,
Where enlightenment once shivered our spines?
Why don't we lift our eyes
To the celestial realm,
Full of light in infinite darkness?
We, seekers of the shadow,
But blind to the light,
Dreamless, We have fallen into a deep slumber
And do not wake up, akin to Abraham,
To gaze at the sky with sleepless eyes
Of our _beloved father,
Who, before sleep,
Found his RUB

Why don't we lift that axe again,
And break the idols we have sculpted.
The hour is high,
The city is empty
Break them now,
And leave the temple behind.
Break free from your manacles,
Enter the cold flame, for it won't burn
fearless.
Even if you are deserted,

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Moth

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ذہن کی سرپرستی میں،
یہ دل گونج اُٹھا کہیں
گفتگو عجیب تھی
-یہ محفلِ ستم سی تھی
زہن کہا کہ میں ہوا
بس میں ہی میں کا خدا ہوا
نہ ذوق ہے کہ میں ڈھونڈ لوں
یہ کائنات کے چار سو.
جو کھو چُکا ہوں خود سے میں

کہ دل کہاں کہ میں سوچ لو
خدا کو خود میں ڈھونڈ لو
کہ میں دیکھ لوں نشانیاں
کہ میں سُن لو سب کہانیاں
محسوس ہو مجھے خود کی شے
کہ فکر میں خدا ہی ہو
کہ خدا ہی ذکرِ زبان ہو

ذہن سے یہ احتجاج ہے
خدا کا میں، خدا کا، تو۔

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