She is wild, belligerent,
a lioness lives within her body,
she is fearless, defiant,
a nonchalant will hanging static,
smooth, she is glowing amber,
a smouldering eye,
numb and unaware,
fast as a running bullet,
Inside her is fire severe than It gets,
a whirling wind,
hurricane has just struck,
she Is furious,
cyclone In clockwise,
In counterclockwise wise,
she Is sea as calm as it runs
as high as it rises,
she Is sun that burns,
she is desire a live wire
you keep longing,
she is a visage of bright moon,
fragrance of champa flower,
she Is a women, a notorious killer,
don't dare to suppress her,
harrass her, she Is a whiplash,
she will leave you mutilated.
Point your finger towards her
and your hand is a history.

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We have seen bullets showering like petals, we have passed through pain of separation from beloveds, we have seen green leaves turning yellow, withering and falling in springs, we have seen Jehlum flowing red, we have seen it all, yet we are firm in purpose to fight it to the end.

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That love which revolved
around my head and
stuck Inside my brain,
That love through congested
arteries which flowed
to the heart!

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As I mourned death of my character, I was shattered for a second, didn't let myself sink too much and I recovered In two. Lid drop, deep breath and, a sigh did it for me today.

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(2/5)‌:
We live In a country of tailors
where shroud has become a new brand,
Digging graves a new profession and,
spade the most expensive tool!

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If you walk along
a graveyard close to
my house and pass by
my grave,
would you just read my
martyr prefixed name
on epitaph laid there and go?
or would you rest your head
against It for sometime to let
my realisation heap on you?
I do not want you to pay
any homage,
lit fragrant joss sticks and
shower petals on my grave,
what do I've to gain!
But what can bring a calm Is
a pledge from you to
never bow before
oppression which has
had many of our beloved,
innocent lives.

If you die in the course
of keeping pledges made,
I'll be waiting for you
with a bunch of roses there
to welcome you to the
free eternal World!

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In Kashmir, on one of the peaks of Himalayas, from tormented heart, a sharp piercing cry telling pain occurs, seeking justice, an end of blood shed— Freedom. Did you hear it?

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How many rebels will you kill!
There's Is a rebel ripening In every
single heart.

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Don't grieve, you'll find
shards of me everywhere,
You'll find me within the walls
of your heart,
You'll find me right where
I belong to,
You'll find me in heaven,
the other world, in kashmir
and, on the banks of Jehlum
while I row boat In lake
of your eyes.
You'll find me everywhere.

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You killed me In the silence of midnight and,
I was granted life In the midst of
chirping tawny owl and robin
of the early dawn.

Your murder of mine
made me a martyr
and you a guilty.

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