I wish... I wish to have a choice in my life,
which rectifies .. which clarifies...
I wish to fly in the sky,
with no thread pulling back my kite...
I wish to roam free, free from world's cry...
I wish this world to be free ....and so my life....
I wish to feel to do what I want, the way I want;
I want my choice to be by my side.
life.... oh! life.... bouquet of compromise...
I want to be free, free, free of its premise...
They don't let me play...or let me stay ..
they say if I would..... guns would eat me live...
I can't sing .. nor can ring.. my house's chime..
mom says, they will figure out.. our hide....
I wonder why we hide.. isn't Kashmir our home... our pride???
Sure son..she smiled and said.. but no longer it is called paradise....
Freedom is what is no longer ours..
we live in fear of guns and wars..
I wonder.. I wonder why she said freedom's fall ???
she says I wouldn't know...it wasn't there when I was born...
she wished... she wished to take me to her time...
where every neighbour held ...their neighbour in pride..
I wonder what pride she's talking about...!!!
I only know of neighbours having political fight...
We don't let them know we are home..
or else they will shoot us like they did to "pandit kishor"..
I wish .. I wish.. there was no religion so to call..
all this mess would have never occurred at all...
who so ever dies on either sides...
has at least one person.... who loved him all his life...
As I sing this song of my heart and cry...
I wonder, I am wishing.. but...I wonder why????
Nothing seems to be happening.. except the bloody land war..
We all have forgotten how to love without " clause" ...
I wish .. I wish .. I could make a choice..
I wonder if that could rectify ..
trail of thoughts started fading away..
as a tear drop in my eye made sleep come my way....
I drowned in sleep with teary eyes...
still thinking.. wishing .. wondering... WHY I ?
(P.S : Pandit kishor is a representation of all Kashmiri pandits slaughtered in valley.. by pakistan sponsored terror..which peaked in jan 1990)
which rectifies .. which clarifies...
I wish to fly in the sky,
with no thread pulling back my kite...
I wish to roam free, free from world's cry...
I wish this world to be free ....and so my life....
I wish to feel to do what I want, the way I want;
I want my choice to be by my side.
life.... oh! life.... bouquet of compromise...
I want to be free, free, free of its premise...
They don't let me play...or let me stay ..
they say if I would..... guns would eat me live...
I can't sing .. nor can ring.. my house's chime..
mom says, they will figure out.. our hide....
I wonder why we hide.. isn't Kashmir our home... our pride???
Sure son..she smiled and said.. but no longer it is called paradise....
Freedom is what is no longer ours..
we live in fear of guns and wars..
I wonder.. I wonder why she said freedom's fall ???
she says I wouldn't know...it wasn't there when I was born...
she wished... she wished to take me to her time...
where every neighbour held ...their neighbour in pride..
I wonder what pride she's talking about...!!!
I only know of neighbours having political fight...
We don't let them know we are home..
or else they will shoot us like they did to "pandit kishor"..
I wish .. I wish.. there was no religion so to call..
all this mess would have never occurred at all...
who so ever dies on either sides...
has at least one person.... who loved him all his life...
As I sing this song of my heart and cry...
I wonder, I am wishing.. but...I wonder why????
Nothing seems to be happening.. except the bloody land war..
We all have forgotten how to love without " clause" ...
I wish .. I wish .. I could make a choice..
I wonder if that could rectify ..
trail of thoughts started fading away..
as a tear drop in my eye made sleep come my way....
I drowned in sleep with teary eyes...
still thinking.. wishing .. wondering... WHY I ?
(P.S : Pandit kishor is a representation of all Kashmiri pandits slaughtered in valley.. by pakistan sponsored terror..which peaked in jan 1990)
8 comments:
NICE TO READ IT
It is reality in the form of poem.
HEAVEN and FREEDOM has been lost, the day we were pushed out.I remember when lakhs and lakhs of muslims were on roads crying Pakistan Zindabad,AZADI AZADI.
Unforgetable
GOOD ONE.YOU ARE GREAT.
its is indeed interesting. but u kind of need to know what point u r driving at. many a times v write but drift away.keep a chk on that. there has to a distinction in the words thoughts of the mother n child.
mothers view - shud b one of nostalgia n one of child shud b that of wonder. Wonder on words as friends freedom laugh.
where u have drifted is vn u write that the child misses these. how can he miss vn he does not know these things.
mother has pain n nostalgic n pain but the child is wonder. draw the distinction thus. such that ur poem will focus on futility of war, necessity to regain the peace and tranquility for future.......
hey havisha...dint know u were so good at writing poems...
Very few technocrats are poet because they lost emotions iver a period of time. Keep it up!! Really its a gr8
Wow! Do I know you ?
Vijay Bhaiya -Miami
Keep it up. I know you can do better. want to see more from you.
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