Poem

गरीब मजदूरों को अपने राज्य से भगाने और केंद्र पर बेवजह के आरोपों तथा अन्य समकालीन घटनाओं पर लिखित एक गजल।

The valley still bleeds, the mountains still cry, the Pandits and their resolve however, march on hoping against hope to return to their home, once again.

Tribute to Lt. Ummer Fayyaz

I am a broken Idol, Don't recognise me? You called me Ganesha, I just was sitting on a hill-top and pretending to watch everything. It proved too much and you broke me down.

एक गूँज उठी उस रात में, हाहाकार मची चारों ओर, जब अश्वथामा आया चुपके से, ले हाथ तलवार बिना शोर...