Kashmir Lit

War

The soldiers                                                                  

without any personal enmity

haunted by some vicious spirit

cutting, maiming

and killing one another

the gory sight

bearing a testimony to

man’s innate stupidity

his cruelty to himself

the bombardment above

razing to dust

buildings along with inmates

men women children

of religions different and races varied

the charred bodies

getting an instant burial

under the rubble

somewhere else

the body pieces mashed in blood

flow high upwards

as if

Invoking Some One Above

to come to the rescue

of hapless people

while

the army generals rulers politicians

of warring nations

work out the strategies

to subject them

to humiliations unspeakable

and

to miseries unending

#2 

Residue

What remains

when passions ebb out

the intensity gone?

The residue remains

a queer mix of undefined feelings

One would hardly accept

one’s state of being

what prompted Adam to succumb

to Eve’s instigations

what prompted Eve to complement

to Satanic design

what prompted Satan to do

what he did

Samaa Qazi, Kashmir 

#3

Cries…

Eyes puffed with tears

Heart wrenching in pain

I witness humans breathing last

For no fault of theirs

Men women young and old

One voice, one vision and one goal

Sacrifices, aspirations and hopes

Amidst death and desolation singing its chore 

Sisters in wait of their naughty brothers

Mothers preparing food for the sons

Yet to come back for years 

The only hope of father defies

With beloved devoid of the fancy ride

Far reached my glance with a sigh

 Color of red shades the samay

Red that filch the lub-dub of a heart 

and steals the fragrance from a flower

Still…

Strengthen the faith and fight for the justice

Lit the lamp of peace

With the resolve and consciousness

Brace the thread and

fuse the pearls

to see a world beyond the whirls