An Indian Civilizational Perspective

Pain of a Kashmiri Pandit…

Rahul Pandita is one of my favorite writers on the web! I love his sensitive writing style… here is a poem from him that captures his family’s pain of having left Kashmir and the notalgia that still prevails.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live: Theodor Adorno

Two days ago I saw
My land like a tourist
On the Discovery channel

My father shouted and
Told my niece:
Look that is the Dal lake
Where lotus stems come from

In his shikara
Gulla carried
Bunches of Narcissus
Which we would decorate
In a brass plate
Along with a pen
And a coin to
Welcome the spring

Now springs are spent
In colouring rusted coolers
To enable them to
Provide succour in heat

Relatives from Jammu
Arrive every few months
Bringing with them
Souvenirs of my land
Green saag with roots
And local sesame bread

My father and mother
Arrived in Delhi
A few years ago
From Jammu

And now when
He refers to Jammu
My father says:
Back in Srinagar

And then he stops
When he realises
That Srinagar was
What he left
Sixteen years ago

And then for days
He keeps silent
He keeps on staring
At the ceiling
He also does not
Then read newspapers

(Rahul writes at Sanity Sucks)

His poem inspired me to write these few verses:

Ghar Chhoota, Dost Chhoote, Karvaan koi Chhoot Gaya Apna;
Jeene ki Chah de kar.. hai.. marne ka bahana chheen liya usne!

Dal ki thandak mein jab sulagti hain ruhain kahin;
Kambakht Aag lagaun to kiske Aashiyan ko?

Dil Jala, rishte toote, Maazhi kahin chhoot gaya apna;
Dosti ki kasmein khakar.. hai.. mera daaman jala diya usne!!


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