A Young Kashmiri Lover

 Your Love

Arrests me

Even from

A remote location

It cordons me off to a far distant land.

It Curfews my Body

Crackdowns my Feelings.

It Bludgeons me

To the point

That I collapse to the ground

Like someone killed in an Encounter.

Your Beauty

Kills me from the inside

It Frisks my beliefs

Blows up my soul in shreds

 Bang!!!

And High up

My soul turns into Sick Doves.

Your love

I think

Has a point to make

Or why should I discover

Countless

Unmarked

Graves of Emotions in me.

For this reason only

I

Enquire my disappearance

Most of the times

In you.

With you

on my side

I believe

I can Write a brand new Intifada of Love

Fraught with

The Geography of a Utopian Land .

I Protest

Only for you, My Love.

You;

My only Slogan.

Just be with me

In multitudes

Like Army in Kashmir

So that your love

Arrests me again

and again

      and again.....