You may forget them In course of time Their memories,their face But when you hear The word which you used to call them As a nickname Your memories will come down Gushing Recollecting everything......
OUR KASHMIR We spend our lives In the complete mourning The air is deadlier The winds are too storming. From the glaciers We are listening the Echo The corpses are Smartly lying on the meadow. Blood is harshly Gushing From the rushy streams The youth is endlessly Coming in our dreams. Our sleep is hindered Due to the uneven flashes. Glorious and captivating treasures Are turning into Ashes.
What's that magical spell you hold.. That Ur smile lingers on me Forever n Ever!! What's that fragrance you give away... That Gushes through me a Sense of Living!!! How do you blend so many colours... that you turned my heart Into a Beautiful Canvas!!! Do U even know how you changed.. My barren world into a Blooming new Garden!!!