Gaash

A hut leaned against a house counting its days winter after winter. One winter snow shattered its roof; another winter rain felled it. Someone bought the house and raised a bungalow instead. One upon a time a hut was there; now it is sod.…

An autobiography Forewords by: The Earl of Halifax, K.G., O.M (Viceroy of India 1926-31) Field Marshal Lord Birdwood of Anzac, G.C.B., G.C.S.I., G.C.M.G Sheikh S.M. Abdullah (Prime Minister of Kashmir) The Right Reverend George…

Kashmir's traditional position on the ancient silk route that connected Persia and Persian influence with China and Chinese influence strengthened its hold on Islam as much as with the Far East. What is now the state of Jammu and Kashmir…

I walked on the shore and my dreams webbed more, For I dreamed,of a world brightened, Blessings and blessings, And all enlightened, And then I reached for that pride, Dreamed of being a beautiful bride. Giving the best for each role, I…

(1916-88) That day, the tsot-like moon ascended behind the hills looking wane and worn like a gown of Pampur tweed with a tattered collar and loose collar-bands, Revealing sad scars over her silvery skin, She was weary and tired and…

Brooding, in the flicker of an oil lamp Pensive thoughts, I attain I ask, Why Sheer Negativity, for the beleaguered Valley? Why, the image of my Kashmir is slain? Listen to the child playing out in snow – The bullet’s sound will fade away…

The day had been long and tiring Clustered with various thoughts and emotions Honest work , corrupt systems , politics Natural relationships and superficial existence Why this greed for name and fame This lust for possessions and power?…

No way set the fire free, ablaze the obsession, within you and me, for that unbidden reality, let it all be... These are the mounts, high and low, and with ages they don't grow, its no love, but a naive show. See me burn, why be so…

Flower of Nishat Bagh, Come with your graces, Come with your laughter, Come showering pearls ! When you entered the garden, The kusum kissed you, The yemberzal glowed with passion. Come filling glasses ! See, spring has come To Dal,…

In this freezing wave of snow and cold,I hugged the warmth of the unconscious little night,again under the quilt crude,and rose my head step by step,rubbing the resistent eyes,to drop in them awareness again,with the weak whisp of dawn,I…