Sunday, 19 April 2026

We Lost the World, Not Ourselves.

We Lost the World, Not Ourselves.

We walked this life in robes of quiet need,
With empty hands, yet hearts that would not plead;
The nights were long, the days were often bare,
But not once did we sell the truth we bear.
Hunger knocked gently, then with ruthless might,
Still we chose dignity over an easy bite;
For bread may fade and fortunes turn to dust,
But a sold-out soul betrays its deepest trust.
The world, a market loud with tempting cries,
Where glitter blinds the weak and dims their eyes;
We stood among them, silent yet aware,
Refusing every price they offered there.
They came with smiles, with promises adorned,
With velvet words that left the spirit torn;
“Just bow a little,” they whispered in disguise,
But Mushtaq stood firm, uncharmed by gilded lies.
Storms passed over us, fierce and unkind,
Yet they could not shake the roots of the mind;
For what is loss if honor still remains?
A crown of truth outweighs a thousand gains.
We spoke what burned within, both raw and clear,
Unafraid of judgment, untouched by fear;
For silence, too, can wound the righteous heart,
When truth is known but kept too far apart.
Yes, we have lost in ways the world can see,
No wealth to boast, no chains of luxury;
But look within,where no eyes can intrude,
There lives a soul untouched, serene, and good.
And so we stand, though storms have had their say,
Unbroken still, in our own quiet way;
For in the end, when all is stripped and through...
We lost the world… but never, ever ourselves.

Mushtaq 

Wednesday, 15 April 2026

The Silence She Left Behind.

The Silence She Left Behind.

There was a love I loved too much,
In every glance, in every touch.
Her smile once felt like morning light,
Turning my darkest days so bright.
At first, her heart would speak to mine,
In every word, in every sign.
We built a world so soft, so true,
Where dreams felt real, and skies were blue.
But slowly something changed in her,
Her warmth grew faint, her voice unsure.
The texts got short, the calls grew rare,
Yet I kept finding reasons there.
She turned to silence, cold and deep,
While I had promises to keep.
I watched her drift, I felt the pain,
But held my words, again and again.
I asked her once, “What did I do?”
She smiled and said, “It’s not you.”
Excuses wrapped in fragile lies,
While truth was hidden in her eyes.
Still, I chose calm, I chose to stay,
Even as she slipped away.
For love like mine doesn’t complain,
It only learns to hide the pain.
Now I stand where we once grew,
With memories fading into blue.
She may forget, she may move on,
But I’ll remember what is gone.

Mushtaq 

Sunday, 25 May 2025

Whispers of Spring and Summer

Whispers of Spring and Summer

The morning stirs with tender grace, 
A golden glow on nature’s face.
The songbirds wake the sleepy skies,
As blossoms stretch and dreams arise.

In spring, the world is fresh and fair,
With perfume drifting through the air.
Soft winds play games with emerald leaves,
And petals fall like silken sleeves.

The brooklet hums a gentle song,
Where butterflies drift all day long.
Each branch a cradle, softly swung,
Where hope and new beginnings hung.

But as the days grow long and bright,
And noon glows strong with golden light,
Summer walks in with sun-kissed feet,
And warms the earth in steady heat.

The fields grow tall, the trees grow wide,
The rivers swell with pulsing pride.
Children laugh in playful cheer,
Chasing time through skies so clear.

The air is rich with mango's taste,
And time moves slow—there is no haste.
Barefoot steps on grassy ground,
With buzzing bees the only sound.

From spring’s first bloom to summer’s flame,
Each day is never quite the same.
Yet both speak soft in nature’s tongue,.
A ballad sweet, forever sung.

Spring whispers, “Wake, begin anew,”
While summer hums, “Be bold and true.”
Together, they enchant the land,
With colors brushed by nature’s hand.

So let me breathe their blended air,
And find my soul awakened there.
In every leaf and sunbeam bright,
Their whispers fill my heart with light.

Jiger 

Saturday, 24 May 2025

When Love Stands Tall

For Those Who Place Their Trust in Love

When Love Stands Tall

The hatemongers shout, they rage and sneer, Spreading hatred far and near.
Their words like fire, cruel and wild,
Trying to poison every human and child.

But love walks in with quiet grace,
A gentle smile upon its face.
It heals the wounds, it lifts the soul,
Restoring hearts and making whole.

Though hatred howls in storm and night,
Love holds strong with steady light.
It plants a seed in every heart—
A blooming hope, a brand new start.

So let them try, let hatred roar,
Love opens every bolted door.
And in the end, as dawn is spun,
Love stands shining—above the hatred.

#Jiger

The Cloak of Dust

The Cloak of Dust

I do not seek a golden throne,
Nor treasures buried, nor lands I own.
The stars are richer than jeweled rings,
And freedom flies on humble wings.

Let others chase the palace gate,
I walk alone, yet proud and straight.
No crown can match the soul's pure flame,
No coin can buy a lasting name.

In a tattered robe, I rise and stand,
With dreams unbought, and empty hands.
My wealth? A heart that won’t betray—
A truth to speak, a path to stay.

So let the world its titles trade,
I’ll wear the silence, unafraid.
For in the dust, I’ve come to see, 
The soul, not gold, makes kings of me.

Mushtaq  Pahalgami 

Pahalgam Rises Again 🌟

Pahalgam Rises Again 🌟 

After a month of silence, storm, and shade,
Pahalgam wakes where memories fade.
The river hums its silver tune once more,
While pine trees whisper what came before.

The meadows stretch in emerald pride,
Snow melts gently from the mountainside.
Shattered paths now find their pace,
Winds return with a softer grace.

Shutters rise in shops once closed, 
Laughter echoes where hush imposed.
The shepherd sings, the pony walks, 
The valley breathes, the silence talks.

Hope returns on the chinar’s breeze, 
With every blossom, the heart finds ease.
After the storm, a peaceful track—
Pahalgam smiles, its spirit back.

#Mushtaq_Pahalgami 

Sunday, 11 May 2025

Many young individuals from the Pahalgam region have been requesting me that they want to organize a blood donation camp to support blood banks and aid those in need.

Many young individuals from the Pahalgam region have been requesting me that they want to organize a blood donation camp to support blood banks and aid those in need.


Today, I had a conversation with the Chief Medical Officer of Anantnag, and he has agreed to support this initiative.
He informed me that a camp will be established at the Pahalgam Hospital soon, where local youth can donate blood.
I hope all the youth from my area will come forward to donate blood for the sake of humanity and mankind.
In Islam, donating blood is generally considered a noble and commendable act, aligning with the core Islamic principles of saving lives, helping others in need, and demonstrating compassion. The Holy Qur'an states. 💕

Mushtaq Pahalgami
Himalayan Welfare Organization-HWO J&K