Showkat Khaliq Bhat Why does spring dance with joy, while autumn whispers sorrow, despite both wearing vibrant hues?
Autumn Poems 2025
THE AUTUMN SONG Whirling wind plays the flutes, the autumn song gracefully unmutes. Rustling leaves sing melodious songs, garden birds join merrily along. Mesmerizing sunsets turn crimson, the maple trees tune in their violin. Dancing moonlight in the streams that flow, guitars strumming soft and slow. Shrivelling valley’s desperate hum, … Read more →
Autumn Poems 2025
Dear Autumn Dear autumn At last! You come. You approach like an intense passion— who can overcome death by the seasonal charm and melody? The leaves are falling down, making the trees empty and bare, to make their souls visible. How beautiful it looks! Autumn— you are the eye of … Read more →
Autumn Poems
Generate autumn leaves and publish these poems THE AUTUMN SONG Whirling wind plays the flutes The autumn song gracefully unmutes Rustling leaves sing melodious songs Garden birds join merrily along Mesmerizing sunsets turn crimson The maple trees tune in their violin Dancing moonlight in the streams that flow Guitars strumming … Read more →
The Banality of Desolation
Ghulam Mohammad Khan I am Desolation. I am the unauthored text, a narrative in search of a scribe to inscribe my meaning upon the world. I am a chameleonic resonance, assuming myriad shapes and hues. I am the breath on the windowpane of a lonely room, the hollow echo in … Read more →
Fragmented Geographies / Fragmented Selves
Madiha Tariq Srinagar runs in every memory that burns and cools and burns again. My home is an outline traced in memory, a door that swings open in dreams but refuses to appear in waking life. It is where, betrayed by the cruelty of all which is not home, something … Read more →
Maybe
Nikhil Azad Maybe one day we’ll meet in Srinagar— where the Jhelum forgets its habit of ferrying craniums of sleeping children, and Kashmir is no longer a bruise pressed into my father’s throat. where curfewed women don’t cradle the stench of bones mourning their lovers, and children no longer wait … Read more →
Child of Wonder
Ashen Kaid He remembered the boy who used to hum to the stars. That child never asked for applause. He didn’t need a reason to dream or permission to wonder. He simply believed the world could be soft again. Now grown, he carried the weight of unspoken goodbyes and crowded … Read more →
The Girl Who Didn’t Exist
Ghulam Mohammad Khan The streets are tombs. Rubble stretches like the bones of a gutted beast. The wind carries the scent of crushed concrete and something older—buried breaths, unfinished screams. At the airport, the conveyor belt swallowed his words. His anger was a live wire. Stubble shadowed his jaw, rough … Read more →
The Harvest of Hair
Ghulam Mohammad Khan Arifa’s fingers trembled as she tucked a loose strand of hair beneath her scarf, the motion sharp with a quiet desperation. The kitchen floor gleamed under her furious scrubbing, the water swirling in murky spirals—dirt, fear, something unspeakable dissolving into the grout. This house no longer feels … Read more →