Voice of the Valley


I am Srinagar
A misspelled word
Not once, time n again
Used abused and misused
Like never before.
They came, they saw and they conquered me
On their own wishes
And own style.
Not even once
I could say what I wanted to.
My voice was curtailed
With bullets or landmines and now the palet guns,
I don’t know who is a militant or army or who has what, AK 47 or 56
I took them all
In my chest.
Every bullet fired since decades
I have only seen blood, hatred.
I am little tired now
Not for the bullets but for the battles, I am fighting within me.

 

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Early morning fishing at Dal lake.

 

I am just stand-still
Amidst the simplicity
The beauty of nature
The curvy roads and wooden glass houses
The Jhelum and Dal,
I am Srinagar, I am alive.
Ask me, what I want
Ask me, the solution of your problems.
Ask me, what you do not know.
Ask me, before you take a stand about me.
I am a silent monk
Preaching peace, but nobody cares
I am Srinagar and i m struggling
Between life and death
Between love n hatred
Between stones n bullets
Between misfortune and mistakes
Yes, I am alive, like you all.

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I am not a symbol of Indo-Pak tension.
I am the valley of affection.
The nature at its perfection,
I am just like your favorite music
You listen to it once
Again, once again, then again
I am the messenger of peace
With much love to spread across the hearts,
I am the silent strings of a broken guitar
Been failing to be tuned in.
My wishes are in shambles.
I m scared of losing myself
In the crowd of political jargons
Amidst the laws that hold me tight
Even tighter.
I am unable to breathe.
Losing my confidence
To fight back to all adversities
And judgemental eyes
Quite unsure about the future
Rather I must say next day,
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive without the Life
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive, with a mere hope
Peace prevails everywhere.
Peace prevails everywhere.

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Happily…

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Photo: Ananta Prasad Location: Puri Beach

Away from the hustle bustle
Away from the worry, agonies
Away from the cages of emotions
You see at it and it shows you nothing

Things that kill you silence are silent here
Things that fills your mind are empty here
Things that makes you machine are broken here…
You try to be yourself and it makes you human.

Perhaps happiness lies in some silence
Perhaps that silence is its noise..
Perhaps the noise is your desire..
Close your eyes and feel your desires fulfilled

Think you are insane and mad..
Think you are just a soul
Think you have nothing left to loose
You are free, freedom is knocking.

Lovely is the air, the winds, the waves
Wash away things unwanted and undesired..
Embrace your imagination.. Ur fantasy..
Tell a story..
The story of life..
The story of existence..

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Photograph by : Ananta Prasad Location: Chandipur Beach

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