A kashmiri boy

there’s a kashmiri boy
in the meadow,
kissing ferns and
flowers and walking down
amid the rocks
with his bare feet
to the melancholic
Drung of Tangmarg.

and knitting words
with his bleeding hands,
of scalding tales
of kashmiris in kashmir
and looking at the bloody
cimmerian shades of sky
closing its lid –
for a desolate one.

he harbours his heart
on pure love, he simply
admires swamps
and kisses ferns,
tickles cats and dogs
and has even filled
a sick eagle with love
and a sky full of dreams.

Sanna Wren

( Poem about Tabish Rafiq Mir )

Fantasies and love

when you close your eyes
to go away with him,
to faraway lands,
up on the hills and mist
and sky full of clouds,
to make him kiss you
on your cheeks,
and down your lips.

when you close your eyes
to go away with him,
to faraway lands,
on the meadows,
under the sky full of
stars and the moon,
to make him recite you
poems after poem.

when you close your eyes
to go away with him,
to faraway lands,
to dance in the rain,
and to lay in a bed
under the same blanket,
to sing a song of love
with a look of ecstasy.

you’re loving someone
who does not exist.


© Sanna Wren

Painting by Lorraine Christie (b. 1967, Belfast). Taken from Pinterest