Shoot Them All

Shoot those who dare rise against you, those who raise their voices to resist you. Shoot those who speak not in your mother tongue. Shoot those who chant a different prayer than yours. Shoot them, their wives, their mothers, their children. Shoot them all.

One Evening

The evening runs its course. What remains of the plump boys loitering in the playground are slender silhouettes that look as uneven cutouts from a cardboard sheet; contours of everyday objects further tapering off from their earlier shapes to a stream of black.

Children Of Kashmir

When the children of Kashmir return home,⁣ will they recognize Jhelum’s gurgle as she carries the everlasting woes of the two countries?⁣⁣⁣⁣ Or does her name return as a long-forgotten…