your silence
burns many bridges
to create the distance

- Perveiz Ali

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I know
We live the same brutal day
Again
And again
Caught between the two mirrors
Of past and future
As we stand.

But
There are rumours
Of a Tommorow.

© Shabir Ahmad Mir
#Bijbehara

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poem-
a landmark in the journey
of discovering one's
own ignorances

metaphor-
a spigot to a dam
of an unorganised emotions
hold in a heart

symbol-
a poet on cross
displaying his will
to the unwilling world

Imagery -
a spill of ink
wrenched out
from raw wounds

- epigrams

Perveiz Ali

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In the middle of my journey, almost
I stop
and look back
at the start of my journey

And see a bulbul there
like the one perched on my window sill
flitting every now and then

between past and future

O bulbul lead me
to my bulbul
- Perveiz Ali

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her heart is a graveyard

for all corpses of regret
interred by life's gravedigger
are immortalised there
-Perveiz Ali

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nothing consoles my heart now
but the piercing of chilling icicles
Kashmir accrues in winter
-Perveiz Ali

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the night
you erected
the walls of indifference
doesn't only divide our territory
but puts up the shame
on exhibition

- Perveiz Ali

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at the end of a weary day
her signature smile
is a promise of life

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and I was orphaned
the night she refused
to share her grief

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I see a thousand moons
in my dreams

but I never feel tired
of looking at the moon
of yours
~Perveiz Ali

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