"Ceiling of my house is the boundary that captured my sweetest and scariest moments within it"

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Sleep for one more long lamenting night! Sleep,
Oh My beloved! i know your bruised body feels cold on this sombre snow of "Chilly kalan".
I would have covered it with my "Pheran" but Ah! You see these holes of bullets, more than the stitches in it!
How will it cover your bare bruised body, how will it keep you warm!

My beloved! I see you lips- dead and dry like our long wept eyes, should i kiss them with my blood-ridden lips to beautify and colour them red,
Maybe no! Because the lanes of my lips are nothing but the jails of shackled slogans and wornout wailing words.

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And when Their bullets find my Kashmiri heart,
Let Her blood-stained "Pheran" be my shroud and let her exiled dimple, be my grave.

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My Noor! My son!

Remember, We Kashmiris spit blood and bullets, we snore slogans, we smoke their tear gas shells, we melt their bullets and bombs, and craft pens and swords out of them!

My son! You ask me of your mother's love?
Well, Ask my grieving gun, its moaning muzzle, ask these bullets in Magazine asleep like Chinar leaves in the lap of "Shalimar"

Ask them! How much they love the flesh of henous hearts of traitors of our land,
Ask the wolves of our kashmiri hearts, of their love for the moon of freedom
Ask them! And then i shall tell you how much your mother, "Zooni" loved you!

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What of those dead bodies strewn and piled up
in lamenting lanes of"Lal-chowk", you ask me of them, Ah! My love, The goons you know, are trading them for rewards, for peace prizes. I wonder how the peace prizes hanging around necks of goons look like!

May be the necklaces, made up of our fragile fractured bones, of the wood of our helpless houses!
What of the shine of those necklaces, are they cleaned and shined with out tears and blood, with the melting windows of our houses and melting skin of our bodies.

Ah! who knows my beloved! Sleep for our questions, cries and wails never surpass the sound of their bombs and bullets, curfews and cordons, sound shells and tear gas shells!

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"I take pictures of the chat that i cummited with my BELOVED....not to actually CAPTURE it but to make myself 'SMILE'...."

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Remember whenever u R in darkness...nobody is going
To respect u...

"As EVEN DIAMOND looses it's
Shine and value in DARKNESS....

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When will you stop loving her? they question and i reply,

"I will stop loving her the moment, when my tired eyes witness- water burning houses, fire quenching thirst, ashes on fire, lovers and politicians keeping their promises and Kashmiris forgetting their freeedom."

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Believe me i have seen the devils in these Pherans and some Angels in those uniforms, So dont stand against that uniform, stand against those few beasts wearing them

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"I sought shelter in her heart
But I couldn't turn that into
HOME.....even though I had
A chance"

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