Three steps forwards,
the girl surely took
and on her path did find
the boy to wake her heart
from its frozen state
and bring clarity to her mind.
He spoke to her,
rambling away the thorns
on every stroll they took,
and never for a moment
did she feel
that he hadn’t understood.
Ambivalence of choice and way of living
The fork at the end of the road paves way for no fools
A community of similarity yet division
Each home houses a different intention
Some souls confident, some insecure
Which one resonates depends on you…
Stainless-steel gates of pride
Corridors stuffed with hideous lies
Gardens of weeds, shackled birds
Acres of land but no entries allowed
Next door –
A snug cottage invites all visitors
Warm with assurance
Contagious laughter gleams through the blinds
Windows seep in all of glory’s light
She oppose –
One built an ego for protection
Defected with death
Deflecting all chance for development;
The other drowns out all fears and doubts
Harnessing the tools of awareness
Reaching for betterment
To live and love with a purpose
Give fire to the soul’s ambition
To fail and persevere
Stronger and more prepared
Leaving the esteem elsewhere
Pursuing the dream that awaits with open arms for destiny’s fate with her name falled as mercy.
I think she blended in dead as a tender
screams call off the life as thunder,
i saw her the other night
in the stars up so high,
cant call what her name was
as it never off her flaut , lady stands in pause
i hear in the echos within wall so tight
cant speak whats going on, as it was a messy fight
all i can do is kill them all
never they come up with a fuss nor brawl,
created an addiction that was no fine in that situation
you ended in citification and i blended in no arrogation.
you doing good with you miseries
as she was always in my worries.
She started with hate , alright
And then I went and killed my life
I might take out the Wraith tonight
whats on your mind because you cant hold my sight,
And my life doors open like fate is to blow
Spend my last paycheck on some ammo
We don’t follow trends, rest in peace to his heart dead hallow.
Your new words sucks, I feel so shallow
Saying I was broke last year, I can’t go back there,
Nicotine fiend, couldn’t even buy a new pack
She don’t know my pain, told her I ain’t mad
Cut my fingers off my phone
Cut my locker with some advice from his home,
Count me and my love in advance,
Backstreet diamonds, watch them dance on,
She don’t want to spend all my dough
She gets paid to be a writer
She takes the lead, i just follow
Face it, you don’t know what I know
Something in my trunk for you
But I got a good lover for you
They always try to come for you,
Got some lean and I went and lit her life
Try to take the swagger, I know it for a fact
I will pull up in that Bentley with the those windows tinted
Depending how I’m feeling, take a drop of the extended
Think I am showing signs of slowing
Just forget it as just she started with hate,
“She holds that meaning for being merciful just walk down
and act as a wraith you fool”
Thundering side in side, choke in the smoke
she told me to quit, dont push it what i heard
help me forget that this world is cruel and so cold
i dont even known what am i chasing
tell me what i want. just keep searching
its was just never enough
from death after death, blunt after blunt
i wouldn’t take one if i had some luck
in the cut i bleed calling no karma
and she takes it as creepy drama
i swear there aint no time for women on the come up
its either you or the commas.
Push those emotions get my heart bleed
she never wanted me as a lulluby
all though i have to wait and she is no saint
send all the pain in new tracks
because no one knows whats about to come next
i hit my plug up got the paper connect
i drop a couple bands i just wanna go but just cant, stuck in that addiction
knowing all of this
just doesnt make a diffrence
i take shit from those who i listen
i came with the heat, i swear i am always missing
and i am still the same and i swear i am never switchimg
just these beats take off the silenced words
where i am you and you dont know me.
I cry in front of the solace to reduce the pain
Those to rip off my pieces of broken heart
For which no life has to scream for gain
Aim at me and dazzle in by a dart.
That black dot has nothing to please
Just go easy on this crowd for my part
I drive myself crazy all night now I am on my knees.
Prepare for the light I gonna sacrifice
Drums create a havoc and beats take the down thunder
I have lived catastrophe for which I died twice
Will this body ever find peace ! I wonder.
My piece sings a sad lullaby for I have no power
Show me an open door for which I have no one to believe
Leap of faith calls for a jump of ultimate trust from a tower
Life is no magic and by the end humans are just way too naive.
When everything is long lasting, everyone of us loose the sigma of how we are build, with no specificity for the verve. When the sound of next night of elation has pushed everyone to ground i stand in pain , i stand strong.
“The wind is full of fire and the stage is too crowded
When the rain dazzles the sky and where every pain is clouded,
I see myself hearing the scream of unknowns,
By which everyone shares the dichotomy and end up at gravestones.
She walks in silence black and tend to clear up the thrones,
I wait to hear your voice over a telephone”
There was a little glory for every little story which always used to end in a hero so fancy,
Well angels turned sheros where filmy game turned so unreal it crossed the wings so slow, by wind being in low flow.
She got those tricks blow when everything was written by a pen, he needs not to shun those feelings when there is nothing to trigger the fringes.
Done bad with words that where all show, that heart is a rifle with bullet dozed with a life full to win the frow.
My life heads for prelude at no sight for prerogative shot, then now i cant trust nobody all schools end up in dot dot.
Where i say smile and she showers with a laughter, no trift towards the doings but ends me in a lesson,
With treasure meaning of her name she wants no fame, I call your radix push and end up in refrain to ragged pull.
I lay my eyes in respect where smooth caved life is all a pain for which i know where to bisect, I pray for your success with my evildoers running in your veins.
There are enormous words that profile in our day to day life, where we tend to learn from every other step back. But in all of the midst, the collective response do depend upon the mental psych. Some lines of regression do push the vision in a directory of ultimate energy.
” I live up in the soundness
Where life is a no go
I wander in the hallo
With no idea where to go
You see no shame in let go
I scream to the outmost
I follow you to outpost
Never saw the light that low
I die in my blood shalow
I walk up in the white coat
Running for a black dot
To ink me red in one shot
Where happiness is never brought”
‘Mental isolation is a disease.
As that name’
Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you send him to cemetery-Malcolm X
Occupation is not easy to understand, it’s a very complex and multifaceted phenomenon. The decade’s long bloody conflict has turned Kashmir into one of the most politically mature nations of the world.
With time we all have somewhat understood the complex functioning, structure and machinery of occupation.
India as a colonial state is slowly but steadily failing in justifying its colonial rule to the people of Kashmir.
But, occupation is like a cancer thus,
we as a nation and community have to evolve and update ourselves of the new military, mental and diplomatic tactics of India as a colonial state.
You might be wondering why everyone who is choosing gun over pen, decided to write. There are a few things that I believe made it hard for me to be silent;
1: Collaborators nowadays are obfuscating facts to justify occupation and oppression while playing with emotions of gullible masses, human rights defenders are turning into business monsters and are making conflict a business by featuring the pain of oppressed, activism is guided and directed from Delhi studios.
2: From print media to electronic media, everyone from oppressors to oppressed have chosen to castigate us, our ways and methodology, our ideology and thought process by simply demonizing us.
Thirdly, when people who were forced to give up gun to propagate ‘peaceful ways of resistance ‘try to justify our methods of resistance by their own understanding and logic but actually disown us and our ideology and lastly when a former top cop turned human rights defender who worthlessly tried to crush genuine aspirations of people during his tenure tries to preach humanity and moderateism through half-hearted and illogical arguments.
One has but to respond. Thus, it becomes imperative for a person like me (who neither has resources nor the luxuries like the people I tried to relate above) who has already chosen gun over pen, to reply back in the same language and to present our point of view.
And I believe it’s necessary that some insider also puts his point of view to get the facts straight.
Not going into the long history of the occupation which I believe everyone among us is well aware about its roots, causes and ramifications.
The modern era of resistance started after the mass upsurge of 2008. Since then the methods of resistance have drastically and positively changed.
With the change in methods of resistance the tactics of oppression & suppression also evolved. India has realized it very well that they no longer can justify their illegal occupation or keep the Kashmiri nation silent under the jackboots of slavery.
So, they are willfully trying to change the historical and political realities of Kashmir. Day in and day out, new discourses are being circulated in media through various individuals and agencies.
India is very cleverly trying to confuse the people of Kashmir by manufacturing the narratives suiting to justify their military presence and oppressive measures used to contain the populace of J&K.
Certain individuals are assigned powerful and resourceful positions and then made to befool the people by bringing new discourses (irrelevant) and trying to make the old and actual ones seem out-dated and irrelevant.
One day we see some bureaucrat writing ‘India is the only rational choice Kashmiris have’ and the other day a politician will question ‘why militants feel dignity in death’. I will here try to deconstruct some of such vague arguments and expose the hypocrisy behind them.
‘we are soldiers we don’t fight to die but to win, we don’t feel dignity in death but we do feel dignity in fighting (Indian) occupation, its military might, its oppression, its tyranny, its collaborators and most of all its ego and if/when we die while fighting all this, we do feel dignity in that death.’ By ‘we’, I mean every Kashmiri and by ‘Kashmiri’ I mean every citizen of J&K, who is fighting the occupation in one or other way, not just the men with gun.
A teacher (school, college or university) who teaches students honestly or a doctor who works day in and out to treat his patients humanely or a student protesting the atrocities of occupation honorably or a stone palter who throws stones on occupying forces while facing bullets in return, or a columnist who writes fearlessly or a Journalist who risks his life to report the truths from ground zero or a person who just talks about the occupation or a lawyer who fights legally in a court, or a government employee who is sincere in his duties or for that matter a policeman who performs his real duty of maintaining law and order (not terrorizing, killing, maiming, and torturing natives), we are all soldiers of resistance.
New identities and divisions are being created, to bifurcate the society and to create voids in resistance. Before 2016 mass upsurge was deliberately associated with city and towns and militancy was called the activity of some ‘illiterate strayed village boys’.
Now protests are being associated with the ‘south Kashmir villagers’ who have no sense of economy. Although every now and then people have rejected these narratives by showing their mass support to resistance movement but still we need to be vigilant about how they try to disconnect people from each other using senseless discourses, sometimes on sub regional basis (North Vs South) and sometimes on sectarian and ethnic basis.
There is a very strong campaign going on in media (both social media and electronic media) against the resistance of Kashmir.
Those who fight occupation are called fanatics, fundamentalists and their favorite word, terrorists. The people behind these campaigns are well aware of the facts but it’s their job to befool people. The Indian NCERT text book for 12th class political science students defines terrorist as, “one who targets civilians indiscriminately to get their demands fulfilled” .
By this definition one can clearly understand who qualifies to be a terrorist since our course of action is known to one and all. Unlike India we don’t kill civilians (Kashmiris or Indian) and non combatants (not part of occupation).
Those calling us terrorists should either change their textbooks or their rhetoric. The people of India are being taught that Kashmiri militants are brainwashed young boys who join militancy for 72 virgins and they believe dying like this is a short cut for jannah.
There is no denying that Islam is our motivation and way of life and Islam indeed promises Jannah for fighting against every kind of oppression in whatever means one can.
But, as I mentioned above we are soldiers we join the war not to die and live in Jannah nah but to fight the enemy and defeat him.
No militant can ever claim Jannah even if he sacrifices everything, Jannah is the domain of Allah and that will be decided on the Day of Judgment not just on the fact that you died in a war, but entry in Jannah has a million criteria.
Also, we do not claim that Islam exclusively belongs to us only but it is true also those oppressors have a long history of manipulating people in the name of religion. They will always choose a specific part of Islam, misinterpret it and try to legitimize their occupation.
It’s often being argued that we are fighting a lost war. Apologists of occupation flaunt the military might of India, its missile technology, and its huge army; comparisons are being made between 200 young boys with AK47 and the one million army men with latest weaponry. But we act as fire blazes come from the rage, its today we and tomorrow it can be anyone.
Mohammad Jazim 