“Blinking and it's dripping, the wet eyes The cold tears or foggy breath Pitter patter, but the melting one The deafening silence, shining My amusement, my curtains The cold, behind the landscape The conscious of aftermath Missing, night lamp lighting A symbolic gesture, raising my arm My bewilderment, this work done The cost of life, my uneven quilts These slurks of cold air, slowly entering By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain Failed to judge, the end of same Eventually, discovered the light Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil The pane partiality covered, but visible The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere It's been snowing throughout the dark” PoetryLiteratureImaginationAestheticEuphoriaKashmir Book:No Book: Some Forsaken Words Source: No Book: Some Forsaken Words
“What is fear, when you are no one Who killed nothingness , with a dagger of emptiness Traversed the agony, for being alive One who crossed the country, is a no man Death is a reward, for a renegade The separation, the life, other syndromes The unification is a dream, unachievable The eyes saw them in distant, untouchable What can't be achieved, will be asked The "ask" for a longing in the life How to spread the life, to walk over For the life, i can't ask, to the death for a dream -Mohammad Hafiz Ganie” PoetryLiteratureNovel WritingKashmirJaun Elia Book:No Book: Some Forsaken Words Source: No Book: Some Forsaken Words