When I saw you amidst the pepper smoke
You felt like that lone shikara
rowing through Dal on an early spring morning.
It was the beauty of your eyes
that my eyes did not cry;
Through the smoke and dusty skies
I could see nothing- nothing except you,
I could see you from the distance
hiding behind the wooden pole
You were trying to save yourself from stones and bullets
and I amidst the chaos
could not save myself from your eyes.
I remember your scream
when that stone hit my head,
At that moment I don't know what happened,
For I still don't know what made me faint-
was it the stone that hit my head
Your eyes that took away my heart?
Picture & Word Credits: @kashmirthroughmylens