"fitoor means when something overwhelms your mind to the point of a little insanity."
it was the promise of October
we watched the life of the leaves cascade into an empty abyss
the brink of autumn, the woody scent of war
the cowardice drove us back
but the blazing bombs hurried me away from you
I had whispered a prayer and it reached you
how did you listen to my silence?
I long for my childhood with you
the endless exploration on the shikara;
the musk of the cashmere blankets,
protecting us from the cold
slowly and softly, desires were burning
the yearnings in my heart were choking me
this obsession of mine
brought me to you
but you changed.
we were no longer children of Kashmir,
but children captured of refuge
blinded by the masking of another flag
slowly and softly, desires were burning
the mirage of azadi
the truth of the partition
Inspired by the conflict that started after the partition of India in 1947 concerning the princely state of Jammu and Kashmir.