It has been a while that I have written – My only communication with the world. But I still have ideas, images, and emotions, My fire may be burning low…
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It was a season of rains and wind-howling in Srinagar, Skies were in turmoil and the air felt damp and sultry, Streets were awash and traffic arrested, The mood of…
Ensconced high in the lap of Zabarwan Mountain Lie the ruins of an ancient palace, With a lovely garden overlooking Dal Lake and Srinagar city. The elegance of the ruins…
Have you been to Shalimar Bagh And sighed for the company of someone you love? Almost 400 years ago an emperor built a garden to please his wife, A heavy…
When the world is cruelly indifferent I come to Nishat Bagh To resolve my problems. Is this a garden of paradise? Or just a garden Where people love to stroll…
Today we have plunged in deep sorrow And mourn the passing away of K.O.A. The fraternity that gave us sustenance, spirit, and soul. They sullied, humiliated, and cut asunder the…
Some life I burnt in the search of the absolute in life, Some I expended at the altar of knowledge of nature, The life thus lived lumbered on the unsmooth…
Written For The 1st Kashmiri Pandit Youth Conference To Be Held At Pune, India On January 7 & 8, 2012 Let the word go forth from Pune that a new…
Time, the invisible charioteer, Leads us through the many terrains of life – Always silent, always there. It gives order, flow, and substance to life. There are things in nature…
I am at the Dal Lake shore, Wanting to put a garland round your neck, I have come to see you, Mother, Friends beseeched me not to visit you, As…