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04/08/2021

07/11/2020

Autumn... the year's last, loveliest smile." @ Rafiabad Baramulla

20/10/2020

18/10/2020

before they lay barbed wire
across our tongues
let’s sing of almond blossoms
before they hammer our heads to
harvest thoughts let’s think
what we want to think
before they wall our sleep
let’s whisper dreams
into cold cruel ears
before they blind us
with a burst of lead
let’s mirror our darkness
let’s engrave this story
with fingertips on palms
before they erase our words

10/10/2020

Harud 🍂

Through the mazy sheets of mist,
Intrude the rays of morning sun
And cause every fragment of frost,
To shimmer like the beads of diamond.

A roofless bulbul sitting on the wallnut tree,
Hums into the imperceptible opacity of fog,
In a voice mellifluously hurting,
Another verse of heartfelt salutations.

Why does the lopsided pen of a poet,
Drenched in the ink of myopia,
Always talk about falling leaves and decrepit grass?
Why is Autumn a metaphor for death?

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27/09/2020

25/09/2020

“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.”— Destin Sparks