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Anonymous Mounds of Earth

When the fearless sun finally rose, The children had started playing Hide and seek among the graves of The nameless dead, Pretend guns blazing above Bullet-ridden castrated dead lying below Their fingernails peeled off, Thumbs chopped liked shawl-weavers burdened with taxes You could tell in the mellow morning, Where the dead lay, Their Clotted blood had mixed into the clay Their graves marked by blood red irises in A sea of whites, their lives turned into Weeds that lay unattended among little Tin boards proclaiming random numbers assigned By the lonely grave digger who never knew them In between widows crying over the wrong graves And mothers hugging the anonymouss mounds of earth, The mountains echo with the sacrilegious mirth of Children playing hide and seek among the nameless Dead, tempting fate, biding time till they grow-up And disappear like, others before, among the nameless dead (For Showkat Nanda) * ...

Napalm

In the semi-vivid darkness of my dreams That were Half-forgotten in the drunken haze Of memory – we walked on streets littered with uncut Sapphires from the abandoned mines of Kishtawar Love, she told me as she kissed for the last time, Is like Napalm, it sticks to your skin and burns Peeling away at your existence, making you Pray for death that will never come And once the fire kisses you – No amount of plastic surgery or raags From magical rabbabs will ever heal the Scars that run from your heart to your soul We walked till the evening dissolved into stars Saying goodbye for one last time, as the night Unclasped itself from the moorings of romance And I stood alone in the semi-vivid darkness of my dreams