In the heart of soaring Pir Panjal peaks,
where dust whispers,
Lies the legacy of whispers past
and whispers yet unheard.
Kashmir cradles in the bosom of ancient tales.
The threads of its old traditions
lace through time’s map.
Here, where weed blooms
atop waters of Dal Lake.
Reminiscences of songs and sighs
lingers on.
A quilt of cultures
stitched by hands of lore,
their wanvun sways with vale’s every breath.
Yet shadows dance upon this enigmatic land.
A layer of peace and paranoia,
calm and chaos
a paradox of existence bops.
For where stillness decks the orchards,
Echoes of dissonance too
lacerate the tranquil air.
Oh, how the seasons whirl
like erratic vile winds!
When snowy mountains
turn snowless and soulless.
Tears turn pebbles
crystallized in stony eyes.
What a volte face vale!
From sovereign realms to alien murmurs,
empires rise and fall,
leaving hoof marks on the land.
Power becomes a tale
written on shifting sands.
Nothing is timeless
transience remains the truth.
A kingdom of vibrant colors and unity,
But also a tarp
splattered with shade of discord.
Where the chinar leaves
resonate tales of resilience,
Witness the swing of conventions,
the ebb of seasonal tides.
The chinar, a sentinel rooted in the soil.
Habba Khatoon’s wails
and
Lal Ded’s vaaks.
Each element a parchment
etched with memory and loss,
making out a trajectory of time.
Through the ages,
a mosaic of identities emerged.
A mosaic of faith and creed—
Koh-i-Maran intertwined with
Makhdoom Sahab Shrine and Sharika DeviTemple.
A longing for harmony amidst distinct tunes,
As Kashmir’s legacy
hums of unity in diversity.
Among the hushed silhouettes of mountains,
lies the yearning for a new dawn’s embrace,
Where old and new merge
in a symphony of change.
Seeking a horizon
where nothing but serenity reigns supreme.