My heart is just an organ for pumping blood
Who made it an Authority on feeling Emotion?
What the hell does it know about Love?
Just a little muscle designed to circulate blood –
Damn you, heart, stick to your one and only function
Or I’ll tear you out and throw you in the stove!
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Who knows England who only England knows?
Her highest mountain to me is a puny hill
Her weather? When it doesn’t rain it snows
And the English are wetter and colder still;
Till I saw you, Kashmir, I was blind
Love at second sight? I had forgotten the first
I never realized what I had left behind
My eyes drank you with an unquenchable thirst;
How can I stay in England now?
My job keeps me from the one for whom I yearn
Everything here seems to be empty somehow
Kashmir, I work for the day I can return;
Fly away forever from English bigotry and toil
I will never be content, or ever be happier,
Till the wheels of my jet finally kiss your soil
My beautiful, my own Kashmir.
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Speak to me and break this silence
Before it breaks my heart
Speak to me but don’t try to make sense …
All five of mine are senseless since she did depart.
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We were so happy together … for a while
And then … the warmth went out of your smile.
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Heated voices raised like the latest banner unfurled
Voices full of wind but like stones they are hurled
“Help to free Kashmir!” they urge and demand of me
Free Kashmir? … but Kashmir has always been free
It’s not the land but the people who are in chains
“Money is God”, they say, “Money can cure all known pains”
Everybody is up for sale, and aiming for the same goals
To line their pockets and safeguard their arseholes
‘Land of The Pure’ but the people stink to heaven
And showing a mirror to the common herd is an act of treason
‘Freedom’ the world over is just a façade
“Kashmir, only Kashmir” has always been Azad.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Make hay while you may
Spring has such a short stay
Summer too will soon melt away
Ripe fruit will fall and decay
So listen well to what I say
Your youth will soon fade away
If you don’t make hay while you may
You will regret it to your dying day.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
It’s been three long months since we parted
Three torturous months since you left me broken-hearted …
But now it seems as if the two of us never met
Vanished without a trace the love we once felt.
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All my emotions are shell-shocked
But my bank of tears is well locked
I will not pour out from my crying cup
I will not rant and rave till I am fit to drop
I will carry on through the rain and shine
I still have my Reason, though you are no longer mine
NO LONGER MINE!!! … Control yourself … control yourself …
The hands of Time – and your heart – were broken by her sweet self.
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You ask me to recite poetry
But, in all honesty,
You are too beautiful for words
So I’ll just admire you – silently.
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This is no ordinary love affair
This is more than devil-may-care
Even the angels had better beware
When you’re in this deep
You’re bound to lose sleep
The path of love is steep
But the peak is the place to be
With you there beside me
Looking ahead – together eternally.
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I never believed in love at first sight
Till I saw you –
I stumbled, as if I’d lost my sight,
And fell in love with you.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you were the last words
On the lips of a dying man
You moved a Mughal, and the common herds
Have been touched since the world began;
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you are a haven for songbirds
You are a jewel set in a valley so rare
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ your beauty is beyond words
The woman has yet to be born who can compare;
Kashmir, your name is always on my lips
I love your majestic mountains crowned with snow
Your silver streams, and hills rolling like a woman’s hips
And your flower-choked lagoons that smell just so;
Time is the longest distance between two places
Kashmir, I work abroad but my heart remains with you
My mind’s eye can see each of your angelic faces
O, Kashmir, Kashmir, when I die I want to be buried in you.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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