The Echo of Emptiness
In the silence of the night, I speak to the void,
A thousand words, but none fill the void.
Memories linger like ghosts in the rain,
Each drop whispers your name, again and again.
The stars above, once our secret keepers,
Now dim, like my heart—silent weepers.
What was once a garden, full of bloom,
Is now an endless, shadowed gloom.
I gave you my soul, my every breath,
Now I walk alone, a shadow of death.
The dreams we wove, fragile as glass,
Shattered, and now lie in the past.
Yet here I remain, a poet in despair,
Writing verses for someone who’s not there.
If only words could bring you near,
But they fall, unheard, like a lonely tear.
Dr. Murtaza Ahmed
Mendhar Poonch
Tribute to mother
She was my Doctor, When I was in pain,
She was my Shelter, When I was in rain.
She was my Teacher, When I was learning.
She was my Partner, When I needed company.
She was my Guide, When I was in trouble
She was my Friend, When I was alone.
She was my Chef, When I was hungry,
She was my Nurse in the time of injury.
She was my Helper, When I was in need,
She was a Ray of Hope, When I was tired.
She was a Shade, When I was in sun,
She was the Light, When I was in dark
She was an Inspiration, When I was frustrated.
She was my God, When I needed Support.
I miss you my mother always now and then,
Its my tribute to you, Rest in Peace in heaven.
Satish Kumar “Chandel”
Sr. Lecturer (Physics) (Doda)
Society
In the heart of city’s relentless hum,
Voices merge in a symphonic drum
Stranger, weave stories on crowded streets,
A tapestry of life in hurried beats.
We gather in laughter, we gather in tears,
Building our dreams, confronting our fears.
Unity dances on a fragile thread,
In the arms of the living, the voices of the dead.
The rich and the poor, hand in hand,
Together we rise, together we stand.
From the smallest to whispers to the loudest of cries,
Each soul has a story that never truly dies.
Yet shadows encroach where light ought to beam,
Injustice and sorrow disrupt the dream.
But hope is a seed in this fertile ground,
With love as our compass, new paths can be found.
So let’s paint a canvas with colors so bright,
Shape a society where wrong turns to right.
For in every heartbeat, in each moment we share,
Lies the power to change, we must dare to care.
Seerat Koul
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