I am passionate about poetry and I started writing poetry the day I realized pain and grief of My Beloved.
Here the beloved is not a Girl, not even a human its a place where people wake up and start their day
with a cup of Pink salt tea (Noon Chai) poured from Cattle called Samovaar and served with a local
breads (Lawaas,Kulcha or Girda).
My beloved is kashmir, which is sometimes claimed by India as its Integral part and pakistan claim
it as their own territory, which was actually left disputed in 1947 after partition and it’s fate was to be
decided by the people of Kashmir.
Kashmir was left a dispute since then for which India and Pakistan has fought three wars which has
claimed thousands of human lives and a lot of collateral damages and the rage to claim the territory
is still on.
Qatra Qatra Baha Mera lahoo jaise sasta mera….
Jisam ke chaar daam laga phir rooh nikli hasta mera ….

The above phrase is in context of the ongoing and ever lasting Kashmir conflict.
I couldn't understand the conflict and the importance of Kashmir in my day to day life until my
graduation.
I was in my last semester when a group of students a class older than me sneaked into my
hostel room and asked me if I have a gun or any kind of weapon in my locker.
Those were the days of Summer 2016 when Burhan Wani was killed and I was among many
others who were seen as if we were going to be his successors.

Khud Kushi karoo ki khush naseeb khud ko samjhoo
Sab ki zubaan main mera hi taaruf aur sab ka mozuu hu main …..
Kahin pe mujpe lihaaz karte hai aur kahin mujhe zulm sehna pdta
Phir bhi apne haqooq ki khatir hazaaroo se akele nihatta hu ladta ….







There are various other instances where I felt as if I was on a foreign land or some where I don’t
belong to.
Why does one care if I am carrying a mutton or a chicken in a poly bag, I never asked a Jat, resident
of Haryana about his reason of carrying a Gun.
Why to provoke others in the name of Militants  or Pakistan so that one could get angry and then a
good fight follows.
There is problem of denial and ignorance , people do not want to hear the truth they can’t take it.
Nowadays it's only media who is trustworthy because they show their side of story and then viewers
who are a good number of supporters of Dictators start believing those fake and full of propaganda
stories. The ignorance of rights and denial of justice which is never been given to the victims is
a concern and that is dividing all of us.

Why would a person with a PhD degree want to carry a gun and become a rebellion leaving everyone
and everything behind. Why is a 14 year old boy joining militant groups who once even  worked in
a Bollywood movie , who was very happy with his life a year back and then suddenly everything
changed. Forget about militants or people of Kashmir, an army officer who said “ I was a different
person before joining army” then he committed suicide after several encounters.

Meri aarzoo thi Jin khwaboo ki woh pathar se sadkoo par laddti hai....
Mujhe khwahish thi jis darjje ki woh qaidkhaanoo main lahoo banke tapakti hai.....

I too desire of a life where I could spend weekends with my family walking besides Dal lake.
I wanted to travel entire Kashmir then all of Indian and then around the world but I am not happy
always. These dreams can only be fulfilled when one feels happy and joys of living, there is always
a sense of threat or a strange terror which keeps on haunting me all the time.

I recently went to a party with my office friends in Delhi to a farm house where there was crowd, music,
lights and a sense of enjoyment all around. I went to that place with all of those but I felt complete
alienated during the entire party because all of my friends girls and boys were dancing, talking, singing
but I found a place near the bonfire and sat alone for hours.
People came to me several times to invite me for dance and other activities but my legs couldn’t move.
I really wanted to go but I couldn’t move from my chair, I was looking and staring to the flames
coming out of the fire and the red color comparing it with the blood of humans that are being killed
every where be it a civilian, a militant or an army officer or soldier. I don’t know much about equations
but why is there a need of half a million forces against 200 odd militants, who do you want to empower
or kill, militants or all the people, this equation is hence proved.  

Shaq pe hai yaqeen to, yaqeen pe hai shaq mujhe
Kiska jhoot jhoot hai , Kiske sach main sach nahi
Hai ki hai nahi, bas yahi toh sawaal hai
Aur sawaal ka jawaab bhi sawaal hai
Dil ki agar sunu toh hai, dimag ki toh hai nahi
Jaan loo ki jaan doo, main rahoo ki main nahi
                                       Credits: Movie- Haider

People of Kashmir are always left behind, they are not even heard, their side of story has been told
several times but ignored. Fate of Kashmir is to be decided by the people of Kashmir but there was
never a representation of Kashmir in any kinds of dialogue that  happened between Indian and Pakistan
over the territory.
People of kashmir are given an answers with the bullets and pellets , with the tortures and rape. People
of Kashmir are denied and forgotten in the conflict. When you look towards Kashmir and its territory
from the space the only thing visible is the border (LOC), the border that has divided families.
This Border has divided a father from his son, a daughter from her Mother, a husband from his wife,
the border has divided us all, it has divided India and Pakistan.

Gun is never going to give us peace, Gun will bring more guns and we can’t really win
anything with Guns.
Let’s think about the families of Army men or soldiers who have lost their lives, families of militants
who have been killed or the civilians and their families. They are not going to get their loved ones back
with the hatred or vengeance or war, no ones comes back after death but what we can do is to try and
live and let others live happily and make peace together. There is no living with the killing, we need to
understand the cost of a human live and then only we can make difference.