I might look happy- Sigh of Kashmir

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This is a guest post from Rahat Farooqi

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I might look happy though
But,
In front of my eyes are the walls of slavery.
I might look happy though
But,
Inside my every story there is a pool of blood.
I might look happy though
But,
Inside my soul there are memories of martyrs.
I might look happy though
But,
Inside my single smile there is a sigh of broken promises.
I might look happy though
But,
Inside my every nerve there is a widow shedding her tears.
I might look happy though
But,
Inside the darkness there are women being rapped by saviors.
I might look happy though
But,
The rise of the dawn starts with the wounds of torture.
I might look happy though
But,
The sun sets with the horror of another death.
I might look happy though
But,
The Freedom of life is being caged by the brokers of humanity.

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YOUR ‘DIARY’! – by Kavita Sharma (Guest Post)

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Don’t cry like this every night.

It hurts.

Your tears falling on me makes me cry too.

I love your smile.

My pages smiles whenever they see your 3 inch smile.

Your shining eyes add more colors on me.

Your touch, your kiss, your hug, gives me Goosebumps.

Am I really special to you?

Might be a ‘Yes’.

That’s why you spend your sleepless nights with me.

I was blank.

But you gave me colors, poured all your emotions.

I know, I am the one with whom you share everything.

You share your deepest secrets with me.

Am I your best friend or a soul mate or just a diary for you?

The ink of your pen soothes my pages.

My pages were mortal.

But you made them immortal with each passing night.

You made me fall for you.

I am not just a diary; I am a part of your life.

The part which is hidden from this outer world.

We spent every night with each other.

And we will continue this every night.

I’ll always be there as a best friend.

As a lover.

As a sister.

As a brother.

And as a diary for you.

Your ‘diary’ promise.

‘I AM YOUR FAN’ – JIVYA ARORA (GUEST POST)

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I am a teenager
Many feelings evolving in my heart.
Learning many aspects of life 4m U.
I as a girl like sharing my thoughts.
I watched, noticed u.
U d superstar me d beginner.
My dreams got direction.
I started u’stndng the intensity of emotions.
The banter and reunion we had..
U were d Potter,
Me your pottery.
U made me stronger.
N now d time is….
U in my soul.
Me in your heart..

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This beautiful poetry is written by Jivya Arora. Do tell us how you like it and if you too want to get published through our portal, just mail your creative work to theauthorsblogg@gmail.com

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AN 11th HOUR FRIEND – by Jivya Arora (Guest Post)

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When there is gloom all over,
An 11th hour friend comes to bloom,
An 11th hour friend vanishes all the trance and trepidation.
During the 1st hour,
An 11th hour friend make you forget all the anxiety.
During the 2nd hour,
An 11th hour friend is loyal asks you to share problem.
During the 3rd hour,
He uses his dexter and intelligence and provides you panacea(here it means soln.).
During the 4th hour,
He helps you in handling subtle and delicate issues.
During the 5th hour,
He candidly tells you flaws and faults.
During the 6th hour,
He listens you diligently.
During th 7th hour,
He vows and swears to support you at anytime.
During the 8th hour,
He shows his bounty and pampers you.
During the 9th hour,
He preserves and retains the trust by not revealing the issue to anyone.
During the 10th hour,
He swears to be with your side despite the time is good or bad.
During the 11th hour,
He welcomes, greets, endures, bear and accepts you with your vitues and vices.

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This beautiful poetry is written by Jivya Arora. Do tell us how you like it and if you too want to get published through our portal, just mail your creative work to theauthorsblogg@gmail.com

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Mug Full of Memories

Here it is yet again, a beautiful and sound poem submitted by one of our guest. Enjoy and share the love…

Submitted by : Lalit Gaur

While slurping my coffee
I am scouring my memories
For those moments
Which I am missing these days
Those endless talks
Those low paced walks
 A naughty whisper in my ear
A chuckle which is oblivious of tear
Every shred of me
Wants this coffee to last longer
Every shred of me
Want some memories,new and stronger

Bear and Grin

So after a long time we received a guest post. We can’t tell you how happy we are on each reception of such lovely creative pieces. Keep sending us your lovely works and enjoy this intriguing poem.

Submitted by : Lalit Gaur
Reach him here.

I saw a reflection in the mirror
I saw someone who is happy and strong
But when I took a closer look
There was something seriously wrong

I saw him pretending
I saw a war going on within
I saw him pretending
I saw him bear and grin

It was written in a lucid way
That his life is becoming grey
I thought due to his innate veracity
Darkness became his eternal necessity
I saw him trying to be brave 
I saw him trying to be knave 

I saw him pretending
I saw a war going on within
I saw him pretending
I saw him bear and grin

GANTAMUL​LA – HEAVEN ON EARTH

Hello Readers!
So here we are again with a guest post. These guest posts encourages us to deliver even better stuff. Enjoy this beautiful piece of poetry.

Submitted By Rahat Farooqi

Those lofty mountains and forests green,
those radiant scenes kiss our hearts

the first ray falls thus,
the cuckoo’s songs caressingly awaken us

the soul is tranquilized by songs of the jhelum,
the breeze moves in a rhythmic manner

the fanatics turn more enthusiastic than they are,
they keep singing to themselves far and far

every object here has a unique quality about it,
every speck here is flawless

the influence of dusk is quite alien,
I wish I would dwell among those lofty mountains

they call it a fragment of heaven,
but I think the heaven is all here