I love dreaming
I love dreaming about
A place, Pahalgam, where I sat
Along the river, whispered
With the friendly breeze;
Where I burnt memories
Into the hardware of my brain, walked
In the company of my dreams, discovered
The face of peace, looked at
The fluttering wings of butterflies.
I still hear, the soulful, music of its river,
That symphony of our tolerance.
I remember, a forest, collecting
Pine cones as souvenirs, galloping
A white horse in a meadow, sitting
On river boulders, dipping
My feet in the river, when no one
Chained our steps.
Here I recall, across the oceans, everything:
The sweet delights of life, camping
In our Eden, shuffling cards
Of happiness, the comradeship,
The aroma of saffron Kehwa,
A neighing horse calling
"I am here, where are you?"
I love to return to that magical place, the gateway
To the cave of a deity, when no wailing
Echoes from its valleys,
When no grief plays on its flute.
One day we will sit, along the Liddar, breathing
An air of safety, under a white moon.
Until then, we shall carry the sack
Of our dreams on our shoulders.
(Poets Espresso Review-USA)
1. These poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, India, Ireland and Canada.
2. Here I will post some of my previously published poems.
List of Poems