प्रेम तेरा रग-रग में बहे
हर दिल का तू अभिमान है
कायम रहे तू अनंत काल
तेरा नाम ही मेरी पहचान है
वादियों में झूमता सावन
अब अखण्ड तेरी तस्वीर है
चमक उठी लालिमा ललाट की
कि तिरंगे में रंगा कश्मीर है
दे आशीष तेरी छाया बनूं
रंगों में तेरे ना कोई भेद रहे
केसरिया तिलक हो धानी चुनर
मन मेरा सदा ही श्वेत रहे
तेरे आँचल ने सींचा बचपन
तेरी खुशबू में मेरी जवानी पले
सौगात है तेरी माँ साँसें ये मेरी
कि जब निकले तेरी बाहों में ही दम निकले-
When parents get old
and they don’t pick your calls,
you don’t think that
the phone is discharged,
they might be at a grihapravesh,
they are too tired & have slept early.
You presume the inevitable.
You call the neighbors
asking them to check on your mother —
a diabetic with high blood pressure — and
your father with a rickety liver.
You hold your breath
until there’s an assurance of their safety,
until the single ticks in your family group
become double,
until the parent in you becomes their child again.-
I dreamt of you.
Lost in a crowd of thousand voices.
The air in my lungs weren't enough
to pierce through the sound of oppression.
So I prayed for your eyes to meet mine.
And you did look my way.
Tears of recognition blurred those lovely eyes.
We met halfway; you with a watery smile,
me with relieved tears.
You ran into my embrace and
I held you tight, soothing your fears
and calming the rage bubbling beneath.
I woke up in my room.
I'm warm and safe.
You aren't.-
ये दिल्ली, मुंबई के लोग तो बहुत रूठते है,
चलिए अब मोहब्बत कश्मीर मैं ढूंढते है..!!!-
Dear Kashmir.
This is a letter I'd write to you begging your pardon.
(Read the caption)-
Metal rusts and break.
Well that's what science taught me.
So why is that barbed wire across the
valley taking so long?-
Greed: Kashmir ki zameen hamari hai.
Inclusion: Kashmir ke log hamare hain.-
याद करो उस फौजी को,
जिसकी मां बेखौफ ना सोती है,
याद में हर पल अपने बेटे के,
रोज रात को वो रोती है।।
#पुलवामा-
Mein Kashmir hoon,
Mein aatish e Chinar hoon.
Mein Kashyap Rishi ki Muraqaba hoon,
Mein Jayant Bhatt ka falsafa hoon.
Mein Lal Ded ki Mohabbat hoon,
Mein Noor Ud Din Wali ki Ruh hoon.
Mein Habba Khatoon ki Pukaar hoon,
Mein Yousuf Shah ki Thakaan hoon.
Meine Mongol aur Mughlon aur Punjabiyon ka Zulm dekha hai,
Meine Apne bete betiyon ka lahoo behte dekha hai.
Meine unhe Hindustan aur Pakistan ki Siyasat ki factory ka Koyla bante dekha hai.
Mein Aatish e Chinar hoon,
Mein Kashmir hoon.
-