Twin exile

When I am not in Kashmir

What is God doing there?

The echoes from Kashmir

Burn my soul in exile

I turn into ruins inside my body

This foreign land robbed my sleep

My dreams

My mother calls me every day, twice

I speak to her

As I speak to the mirror in my room

“Son, your father’s blood pressure is low”

I see my eyes turning red

“He wants to see you”

I try to find myself in the mirror

“Come back to Kashmir…”

I break into thousand reflections

In front of the mirror

She drops the call.

I hold the phone to my ear for long

Hoping

When I am not in Kashmir

God will speak to me from there