Those eyes, that used to light up
on seeing me come home
those eyes, which just a week back
with EIDI in hand shone.
...
That beautiful face,
was a flower in vase
Beautiful to behold,
...
A tear that never fell
forever calling her eye its cell
a smile that before its bloom died
the lowered eyelids of a shy bride
...
Crossing the road at sundown,
I saw a clown
He was wearing red and brown
He smiled at me but I got scared
...
"Write about The Sunset"
"Write of The Snow"
Of the times i was advised thus.I've lost count.
...
I have flown across this world for centuries.
I have wandered the deserts,
flown over the seas
...
There were no tears
because he was a man
He grew up hiding his fears
because he was a man
...
This look in the mirror,
reflects the face of a stranger.
Yet, perhaps what is stranger:
...
Dancing in a rain of words and colors emotions puddle, then there are splashes..)
Eyes (About Kashmir)
Those eyes, that used to light up
on seeing me come home
those eyes, which just a week back
with EIDI in hand shone.
today, they are closed,
bruised and battered
eyes stitched shut, forever closed!
Lips that would always smile
and make my life worthwhile
today, they are in a grim line.
Oh, He used to cry for toys
today, he's begging me to let him die
But they tell me, he mustn't cry
oh crying will hurt his eyes
Tell me, Oh Nation proud of occupying
how do I stop him from crying?
Tell me, oh tormentor! ,
(this time)
how do I give him what he's asking for?
I wish 'I' were dead
I cant see him lying in this bed
Every scream brings a tear in my eye
yes, come see, once a proud man cry
Tell me, Oh proud NATION
How do I end his pain
BU AFNAN
Dancing in a rain of words and colors emotions puddle, then there are splashes..
Every shawl is a testament of passion, perseverance and painstaking perfection. Each thread has a story to tell and each color an emotion. This is why donning or even owning one is an honour - A privlege.