Carrying pebbles of Kashmir
In the caves of my heart
Who knew cold stones
Also dissipated warmth.

My heartbeat sounds like hopscotch
On mornings when I get confused
Whether it is chanpora or channi
It's hard to negotiate with sleepiness forsaking reality.

Every time I look at the horizon
My eyes wander searching for the white mountains
But all I see is a clouds in the shape of my dreams
And drops of Homeland behind the fountains.

I carry pebbles in my heart
I carry Kashmir in my heart.