Shahid Shamshad Kumar

"Old wounds I have to heal – It will take time. The wet eyes I have to seal – It will take time," the poet writes.

"It’s not that I am okay. It’s that I have lost my way. Through many ways and reasons. With unexpected seasons," wries the poet.

"The stone heart showed everything and left. Broke this already broken heart and left. How many promises have done at dawn. At night, turned the face and left."

"The encouraging of life we see. Let’s see the days of living life. The sleep of last century is disturbed. The dreams of upcoming century – let’s see!"

"At the centre of Kashmir. My village resides in. Here, some are very sheer. While some are to thrash tin," writes the poet.

"At every juncture, people calm down slowly, why? If afraid of everything, they come out of their homes, why? The face doesn’t tell the truth if someone expresses."

"The pain of the heart is unique. The sorrows behind the love. My broken heart is to seek. Like a docile dove."

"Took away from me this opulence, fame. And even this young stage as well. But bring me back those childhood memories, the paper boat"