The Echo of Emptiness
In the quiet of the night, I reach out to the abyss,
A myriad of words, yet none can fill this emptiness.
Memories linger like phantoms caught in the rain,
Each droplet murmurs your name, time and again.
The stars overhead, once our keepers of secrets,
Now fade like my heart—silent in its regrets.
What once flourished as a blossoming garden,
Is now an everlasting, shadowy barren.
I offered you my essence, my every breath,
Now I wander alone, a specter of death.
The dreams we crafted, delicate like glass,
Broken, they now rest within the past.
Yet here I stand, a poet steeped in sorrow,
Composing verses for someone not here tomorrow.
If only my words could summon you near,
But they tumble down, unheard like a solitary tear.
Dr. Murtaza Ahmed
Mendhar Poonch
A Tribute to Mother
She was my healer when pain took its hold,
My shelter from storms, my warmth in the cold.
She was my mentor, guiding my way,
My companion in solitude, night and day.
She illuminated paths when I faced despair,
My friend when I felt lost, always aware.
She cooked for me heartily, soothing my hunger,
My caretaker in times of injury and thunder.
She assisted me when life felt too tough,
A beacon of hope, when I’d had enough.
She was shade from the harshness of sun,
The light in my darkness, a battle well won.
My inspiration in times of hardship and strife,
My God when I sought strength in this life.
I cherish and miss you, dear mother of mine,
This tribute is yours, in heaven you shine.
Satish Kumar “Chandel”
Sr. Lecturer (Physics) (Doda)
Society
In the pulse of the city’s relentless beat,
Voices blend into a symphony, bittersweet.
Strangers craft tales on bustling streets,
A vibrant tapestry, where life’s rhythm meets.
We unite in laughter, we unite in tears,
Building our aspirations, conquering fears.
Unity sways on a delicate string,
Among the living and echoes the past can bring.
Rich and poor, side by side,
Together we rise, with nothing to hide.
From the faintest whispers to the loudest cries,
Every soul bears a tale that never quite dies.
Yet shadows loom where light should prevail,
Injustice and grief sometimes tell the tale.
Yet hope is a seed in this nurturing land,
With love as our guide, we can take a stand.
So let’s splash this canvas with colors that shine,
Creating a society where wrongs intertwine.
For in every heartbeat, in moments we share,
Lies the strength to transform—let’s dare to care.
Seerat Koul
