Reading Shahid
I touch Kashmir through your words Of snow I find its fair skin turn Dark in…
I touch Kashmir through your words Of snow I find its fair skin turn Dark in…
In Ngariyan Maring, you are flesh, spiked with bamboos. Riddled with holes even before the fun…
A newspaper cutting on extinct fish is pasted on the college wall The ones who pasted…
It is possible they’re telling the truth. You must be mad to want to live With…
How do I tell her who is a terrorist… Don’t the terrorists profit from those Gap…
After they put us on a high flame and left us to cook on their new…
Communism is pure evil, It offers no freedom. On the other hand – Capitalism, is all…
What will you sketch on my skin when I am dead, I asked her? She said,…
For three days she took it for spilled red ink Or nail-polish. Then a scab of…
We feast all the time eat like emperors each meal a banquet sip the smell of…