Nida Nawaz

Every word is blood soaked;
Yes every word,
That appears on the black pages of our
disgraced History Book.
...

When they visit us at night,
Never do they knock at our doors,
They just break them open to enter.
Dragging our fathers by their Beards,
...

I ask
The crimson dusk
If blood is the color
That has come to be recognized
...

Should you visit this city of ours?
Then please......
Gouge your eyes
And trample them underneath your feet
...

We will have to break
The deathly silence
That pervades these poor, numbed beings
Herded into deceptive pastures
...

Listen! A handsome visage of this existence
Is surely to gulp down the entire venom on this earth
And grow to be a *NEEL KANTHA.
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A shadow,
A sudden cry in the dead silence of the night,
Consciousness of some mishap somewhere,
The flickering lamp inside this temple that my heart is,
...

Let me be a pallbearer to his body too,
For I prized him more than my own life.
The irregular rhythm of his heartbeats
Was clearly audible in his smiles.
...

Weep not my darling child,
I too am doing the so called evil deeds
that your father did.
I too shall endure
...

You should move away with
The one whom you love.
Yes move away,
Before this sun rises
...

Vitasta! Be my witness,
Look! The dark Kohl of my eyes,
The red colour of my lips,
Has washed itself with your water.
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CURFEWED VALENTINE'S DAY

It‘s Valentine‘s day
Whiffs of gentle fragrance
...

Don’t feel scared my little darling
Learn instead
The skill of converting fear
Into a melodious tune
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(1)
I shall be in quest of you
Till the last post of eternity
Where lies camped
...

(Dedicated to those young children of Kashmir who lost their eyes for ever to the pellets of 'security forces')

It was a fine day
Or so it seemed
...

I never asked the dark black clouds
For any guidance enroute
I never sought to tame
And befriend rabid dogs ever
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With the chisel of my pains and sorrows
I craft the image of my life
I go on building it thus
Until one day
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Wearing a thick black mask
It walks in
At nightfall
Holding a dagger
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(Addressed to the terrorist)

You challenge the fury
Of your own dark horror
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I can see it well up
In the eyes of my own 'protector'
A gruesome look
More unnerving than the reminiscence
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