Biography of Nida Nawaz
Nida Nawaz, having masters degrees in Psychology, Hindi and Urdu with B.Ed and diploma in Journalism and Computer Applications.Working as a Radio Journalist for last 22 Years in Radio Kashmir as a freelance, Writing the Editorial of Radio Kashmir 'Aaj Ki Baat'. Also translating different Programs from Hindi and English into Urdu and Kashmiri. A well known Hindi Writer and a recipient of a National Award of Hindi for non Hindi states, Sahitya Prabhakar of Hindi Sahitya Samilan/Mathli Sharan Gupt Samman/. Nowadays compiling three Books, one poetry, another Short Stories and The Dairy, highlighting the Past two decades of turmoil and uncertainty. Loves reading and writing. Poetry, Science and philosophy are his favorite subjects.He likes to shares his ideas with Friends having Liberal and Progressive attitude. Hate conservative approach.
Nida Nawaz's Works:
‘Akshar Akshar Rakt Bhara’ (Poetry collection. first published book in any language which forcefully opposed militancy especially in Kashmir-Ex. Sub editor ‘Mountain View’.
‘Ujala Rajmarg’-Kashmiri-Hindi co- translation for Sahitya Akademi.
Nida Nawaz Poems
Every Word Is Blood Soaked
Every word is blood soaked; Yes every word, That appears on the black pages of our disgraced History Book.
The Sea Of My Consciousness
I ask The crimson dusk If blood is the color That has come to be recognized
Our Mother's Head Scarf
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,
Should you visit this city of ours? Then please...... Gouge your eyes And trample them underneath your feet
Let Us Break The Silence
We will have to break The deathly silence That pervades these poor, numbed beings Herded into deceptive pastures
A Ritual Of Blinding Virgin Eyes
(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
All Encompassing Light
(1) I shall be in quest of you Till the last post of eternity Where lies camped
Do Sing My Darling Daughter (To The Thre...
Don’t feel scared my little darling Learn instead The skill of converting fear Into a melodious tune
Curfewed Valentine's Day
CURFEWED VALENTINE'S DAY It‘s Valentine‘s day Whiffs of gentle fragrance
Vitasta* ! Be Witness......
Vitasta! Be my witness, Look! The dark Kohl of my eyes, The red colour of my lips, Has washed itself with your water.
The One Whom You Love *
You should move away with The one whom you love. Yes move away, Before this sun rises
Weep not my darling child, I too am doing the so called evil deeds that your father did. I too shall endure
Like The Grass I Shall Grow All Over *
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.
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,
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,
Last moments of a women in labour pains,
Last wish of a person sentenced to death,
Or a Poem.
(Translated From Hindi By Autar Mota)