Poems by Prof. Ismail Aashna, Kashmir

Poems by Prof. Ismail Aashna, Kashmir
 
 
The Unheard Songs
 
Descend
From your shining heights
Into the dark depths
Of my forlorn soul
And hear the unheard songs
Of my loneliness
Before they are washed away
By the seas of silence.
 
 
 
In Search of Grains
 
Alone like me
You too might be in some unknown island,
Village or city
Flying high and low
To and fro
In search of grains
Scattered by destiny’s hands
Risking life in storms,
And quenching sunshine flames
With territorial rains.
 
Alone like me
You too might be
In some tree top
Or hallow of a tree
Or in a swinging nest
With rest
Hanging from a blossomed bush
Counting the bruises of bruised claws
Enduring pain of wandering wings
With scorpion night crawling
In wide awake eyes
Waiting the dawn’s arrival
To fly high and low
To and fro
In search of grains
Scattered by destiny’s hands.
 
 
 
Since Withered Centuries
 
In my shortened courtyard
Under the torn canopy of
Shrunk starry skies
I continue to mend
In cold autumn fog
The falling wall of destinies
Rotating around
My ancestral homes
Since withered centuries.
 
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