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Yesterday while reading the blogs of other bloggers a phrase seized my present and carried me to my past.

After graduating from school, I was inquisitive and excited to be in college. Feeling a like a free bird. We could bunk classes, we could enjoy more in college than school’s strict DOS and DONTS environment. We met and made new friends from different schools and different back grounds. I believe every human being is a world in him.  Hence I’m very curious to know about new people and their life.

There I met two sisters. They looked very different from other girls in their clothes and behavior.  They were very composed, shy, sort of introvert and hesitant to mix with other girls.  This ignited the desire in me to know about them so I extended my hand to be friends with them. Cautiously but positively they responded back.  With time we became closer and things started to unveil between us. Saeeda were four sisters. Their mother was a midwife in a small private clinic. Their father was drug addicted and was just a liability on them. He only yelled abused, slept, ate beat anyone of them who came in front. They lived a miserable life in meager salary of their mother in one rented room. They were unprivileged but self respected people. All this description is common in our poor class, so not very astonishing. What amazed me more was how they studied and reached college level? They had no electricity and no other facility. So one day I asked this sensitive question. They said that they study at night in moon light.  Being girls they couldn’t go outside their home to study under street lights. They couldn’t even afford to buy kerosene oil to light a lantern or buy candles. This made me respect them more. We became very good and close friends. Their mother allowed them to visit our home so often they visited. It was pleasure and pride for our family to serve them. I learnt patience and commitment from them. Years later I came to know they got scholarship on merit and Saeeda and her sister became doctors. Saeeda was then married to a banker.

Their honesty, endurance, hard work and dedication earned them every facility. Allah helps those who help themselves

 

 

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When love blossoms, today or later on

Not known when will it shows into bud

But whenever it blooms it will blossom

 Buds will rip open on dried up branches

In forest, desert, meadow, and prairies

  Gale be a sweetly enchanting ambiance

I breathe in you, I’m divine and I’m love, 

I’ll chant a song of new life, a song of love

I’m all on, I’m morning glory, and I’d love

I’m in the twilight; I’m shining up evening star

I’m in shiny moonlight; I’m in every blossom

Listen to thy heart; does it say it’s me, love

I breathe in you, I am love——

dreaming-girl

She must be feeling jealous   within

Leisurely walking in moonlit night;

The moon has wrapped it in clouds,

She must me changing her wear now;

On the way to red and green valleys

She may be, strolling with me;

Climbing upon a hummock,

May be turning her side now;

Bruising herself of tree’s bark,

She is slithering from the bough;

Waking from the leisurely dream,

How long would she been baffled

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Remember, I miss you when———

The Poplar blooms

The Pine blubbers

The Cyprus whimper

Remember, I miss you

The Moon shines

The spring trickles

The Jasmine emits fragrance

 Remember, I miss you!

The Partridge whines

 The Cherries ripened

The sparrows tweet

Remember, I miss you!

 The Ravi wobbles

The Chenab grouches

The Sutlej is jittery

Remember, I miss you!

The Shoots sprout

The Cuckoo coos

The Lightening cracks

Remember, I miss you!

 The Sun sets,

The Star dies

The Traveler is misled

Remember, I miss you!

 The Clouds holler

The Rains slobber

The Hearts clobber

Remember, I miss you!

 rains slobber

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It was a frigid December night. Thick fog overshadowed the full moon.  Dreadful stillness prevailed all around. The jungle seemed to be resting too.

Lanterns and lamps defused. The darkness engulfed the houses of the locality.

Weary people fascinated themselves in their quilts. They were dreaming of their sweet dreams being realized. Serenity reined over the place.

It was 12 o’clock midnight.

Outside that town was a jungle. Not very far from there passed a rail track. And alongside ran a small water channel. The frozen channel glistened in the dull moonlight, flowing along the rail track. On that channel’s wall sat a black tomcat. He stared down the length of the rail track, his sharp sight cutting through the gloom. His ears pricked and he froze. Nothing, not even a cricket disturbed the peace. Good.

He went back to carefully licking clean his paws.

What was that?

A faint familiar rhythm reached him. The clacks-clacks were maddening for some, but music to his ears. It was Night Express. He deliberately stood up and stretched, yawing as he did so. With a slight wriggle, he got the blood circulating in his limbs. His eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly. He slowly licked his lips and flicked his tail.

A pale light appeared in the distance. The tracks in this stretch ran straight for several hundred yards, a safety precaution when approaching any village. The train’s headlight grew sharper as it sliced through the reluctantly parting fog. Sadiq Hussein glanced at his watch, almost midnight. Another hour and he would pull into the next station for a crew change.

“What the hell?” Hussein peered into the darkness. He couldn’t believe his eyes. People, what are they doing on the track? He had no choice but to sound the whistle—- against the regulations but—

In the train cabin, Hussein could not believe his eyes.

The people all wrapped in white shrouds refused to move. They lay across the tracks.” Suicide! Oh God!” the train whistle had no desirable effect on these mad people intent on killing themselves.

He threw the lever to cut the power to the engine and slammed on the emergency brakes. The train screeched as a thousand banshees screamed in unison from under its metallic wheels.

“Oh God, please stop! Stop!”  The train screeched. Metal wheels on metal tracks. The headlight shone on tracks. The people, all wrapped in pristine white robes, did not budge. Hussein shut his eyes as the train ploughed into flesh and bone.

The train came to a halt with squeals and hisses. With a small cry of anguish, Hussein slumped to the floor and buried his head in his hands.

Ashraf Ahmed woke with a start. He cursed down all his readymade vulgarities on the train driver.

“Midnight and the fool blows his whistle!” he grumbled as he pulled up his trousers over his protesting stomach. Grabbing a lantern, he stepped out into the cold, uttering more curses. The Light shone on a pair of smoldering red eyes. Ahmed sucked air sharply. The hair on his neck strained on roots.

Ahmed holding the swaying lantern above his head ran painfully towards the headlight.

“What are those?” he held the lamp high, his heart pounding. Ahmed sighed, his relief morphing to black anger. “You, evil spirit, queer tomcat!

You gave me such a fright.” He picked up a pebble and flung it at the animal perched on the channel barricade. But the feline crouched and hissed. Ahmed picked up another stone. The train whistle shrilled and the wet stone slipped out of his hand.

With a curse, he stooped to pick another stone but the cat was gone. A chill ran down his spine. “Strange, he muttered, “but….but it was only a cat.” A few minutes passed followed by hurried and loud banging on the door and he heard a vaguely familiar voice.

Pulling himself to his feet, Hussein opened the door.

“Oh, it’s you. I thought it was…..” the track guard, Ahmed, bent with hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“‘Sadiq, did someone pull the emergency chain?” no, Sir, I stopped the train myself,” Sadiq replied, his face white as sheet.

“What happened,” Ahmed gasped, “you’ve seen a ghost?”

“I’m sure they all died.” The chilly night had no effect. Sadiq had broken into sweat.

Ahmed’s anger melted rapidly. “Who died?” what are you talking about?”

“Follow me Sir and let’s see.”  Hussein swallowed hard and set off down the track.

“Do say something Sadiq. Who has died?”

“Believe you me Sir, I didn’t see them. One moment they were not there, and next moment, they were.” Hussein hurried into the dark, but after every few steps, he would wait for the elderly man to catch up. “All of them Sir, were wearing white only.”

Ahmed grabbed the young man’s wet arm. “Who”  “Who was wearing white” Hussein did not answer. He had broken into small shivers. He blinked rapidly and hurried along the track with older man at his heels.

After five hundred yards, they had turned the corner. “Honest to God Sir, I saw four or five people with my own eyes, lying on the track. That’s why I pulled the brakes.”

The black fog surrounded and embraced the men. Even the faint glow of the moon disappeared in the dark. “Come, let’s backtrack,” Ahmed said.

Just then, his lamp flickered and died. Utter darkness surrounded them.

“What was that” Ahmed asked.

“Where?”

“There I saw something!”

 

 

Waiting with the yoke of my corpse,

For a bough to befall from the tree
Shrouding my exposed body

To cover it up ———–!

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Afar in moist moonlight’s lap

Emerged an elegant coped town

Like one’s own dreams’ dwelling

Under the dense shade of thickets where

Fireflies flashed light for just a while

(I had a similar dream world in my heart

In remembrance of that beautiful land

Where silence was rhythm, stillness hum

Now its homage, lovable and a bit sulky!

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All mornings were the same

All the evenings were the same

All days were similar

All shackled in brutality

Rough action was the law!

On call of ruthlessness

We brought seen, unseen chains

We planted failures in the fiery heat

At night in the desert of loneliness,

Reaped unseen dreams’ misery!

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The moment now to part away with friends

Clothe in thy memoirs to leave thy tents

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Yearning to get free from every chain

I got on the coast of a nameless river

Under a shade tree near the shore

Beautiful selections from

Ahmed Shamim’s poems


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