As long as there has been war, there’ve been poets and writers, translating the debris and loss of the battlefield into a...
Beloved belligerence And this prevailing forlorn Strident are our streets: “Anybody? Anyone?” City is grief… Its viziers have fled. A few...
Dawn to dusk, They scram, In the hounded heaven, In effect, a hell incarnate. One gone, Another comes, The number ticks… Since...
Redness at the, Corners of my mouth. Redness that you think is blood, Redness that I just spat out. Pichuk! Filthy you...
Detailing the horrendous night of Feb 23-24 1991, when the Indian Army subjugated women of Kunan Poshpora to collective abuse, Ather Zia...
I walk on a road, That is red, Cause the asphalt, Was taken off our hearts. The path to our local cemetery,...
“We shall meet again, in Srinagar, by the gates of the Villa of Peace, our hands blossoming into fists till the soldiers...
Half a decade before the Jawaharlal Nehru University would erupt and subsequently come under fire for hosting a talk about The Country Without...
Recited by Mir Basit Hussain. hamārī chāhatoñ kī buz-dilī thī varna kyā hotā agar ye shauq ke mazmūñ vafā ke ahd-nāme aur...