The untrue love.

Losing the love I had
The distance seems to amplify everyday
Had I not been a sincere lover?
Knowing little of the piety that such love calls for
I believed that I loved you
A true lover


Can living in a different city seize the love you had for your land? Make it fade away?
Is some time away from home enough to dismiss from your mind all the feelings you hold for that one place, those people, that name KASHMIR.


I was born from you
But I’m just not sure if I still smell of you
They sent me away and I like it here
People here smile and are happy
Unlike yours
They don’t talk of blood.
When I go out, Mom is not worried about losing me to a bullet
I live here everyday
I have been taken away from you


Sitting alone, at home one night, I tried to hear the silence. There was none.
I sought solace in you, my lost love.

I imagined walking along the Dal and the cool breeze sweeping across my face. I smiled. I still remembered the feeling. Just then the nearby mosque broke into the call for prayer
“Allahuakbar”
The adhan went on and so did I, along the banks of the lake.
I stopped.
Was I heading towards home or away from it?
Where exactly was home? The place in my head? Or the one where I actually was?


“Hayya ‘ala-s-Salah
Hayya ‘ala-l-Falah”


Something called me, back home.
Back to Kashmir.

 O my love, I’m here again
I left you to find peace
My search for the same led me back to you
Now, I live here everyday
I live Kashmir everyday