Bleeding, Burning & Bruised Kashmir

A rice of holy grain
A tiny droplet of merciless rain
An anatomy full of pain
Terrifying armament facing this shame

Buried frame work
Scorching sun
Ruthless nights
Dead sights

Bloodlines
Small arm
Peace dead inside
I witnessed it on this holy night

My death right across my eye
May be measured casually or tonight
Ain’t a job schedule of the dreams
But might be a last one

Unsure if it’s worthy tonight
Joyful, favourable, advantageous, thoughtful
Dream of my words
Words of my dreams

There are no longer stairs to walk down
They are burnt forever
Ain’t no point of going down
I’m already beneath

Deep
Very deep
Underneath
I walked down still

No we don’t have funerals
That’s consistent
A day with you
Another one without

Yes that’s my mum
Ain’t no doubts
Because
Gunshots, they have always been loud

I hope my dad’s alive
Wait am I still alive
Is that hell life
Or life after death
Or both at once

I have been broken;
I have been apart,
I have been dead,
I have been hell,
I have been all at once,
I have been through a mercenary
All because I have been a great citizen of Kashmir