PPP Ezine Vol1, Issue 1: Requiem to Peace by Tejasvi Saxena

To seek you is an eternal wait

As drawing streams from dreary desert

Like dredging humanity from dried seabed

Of dead consciences, reeking of death.


To find you, is as empty;

As promises you make in a hollow space

That lost your presence long back.


From gleam of Nut-brown eyes

To shimmering Dal lake

From scented whiff of kahwas ,

To rows of wooden shikaaras,

From young firans to lanky achkans

Who sought a streak of bright Sun;

To blind eyes and crevices of wombs

Which crack with every sound of gun,


Not once, you winced or shrieked aloud

At wailing mothers, mourning on dead

And, gaunt faces of senile fathers;

Whose lives are dim lit

Plummeting in receding rays of sunset.


You lit up the hopeless hopes

Of half-widows and half-mothers

Who live one moment after other

In quest of their spouses and sons.


You seem to fancy the angst of youths

Who try to grab your tentacle hooks

In unidentified cesspools of blood

Agonized Kashmiriyat knows you though;


You march in a Caravan of diplomats

Whose words are sugary entanglements

That bind your fleeting silhouette

To elude in a blink of a swindler’s eye.


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