Train to Pakistan

These days I have been reading "Train to Pakistan" by Khuswant Singh and I don't have words to express the quality of the book. The book is basically based on India- Pakistan partition time. It has been written quite nicely. Each and every sentence leads to a sensation in my mind and various thoughts have been rambling through out. I am trying to collect all the points maintioned through out the story and would like to give them the words of my new poem 'sarhad'(Border).Soon I'd be able to write my new poem 'Sarhad' and probably upload it within a week.
Really book is amazing.

Wo Ladki

Sorry !! I am unable to upload this poem in Hindi font right now but I'll definately do it when I'll come to Kgp.

Jab bhi main usse milta hoon, Sab kuchh naya ho jata hai.
Kuchh Kuchh Dil main Uthata hai, Kuchh Kuchh Yunh hi daba rah jata hai.
Ab to ye garm hawa bhi thandi si lagti hai.
Ye jhulsi dhoop bhi apni si lagti hai.
mann hichkole leta hai, badi uchhal Kud si karta hai.
maathe par sikudan si pad jaati hai, Aankhe jhuk si jaati hain.
Par main na kuchh kah pata hoon aur na hi wo kuchh sun pati hai.


Jitni wo sundar hai, uski baaten bhi utni hi achhi hai.
Apni bachkani baaton se wo lagti saat saal ki bachhi hai.
Pal Pal hasti hai, har pal jeeti hai.
Esiliye meri kavita main shaswat wo dikhti hai.


Mujhe maloom hai ki main usse layak nahin, par kyon wo apni si lagti hai.
Jitna khud ko jhutlata hoon, mujhe aur paas wo dikhti hai.
Rishton main usko baand sakta nahin, esliye mere shabddo main wo rahti hai.
haan 'wo ladki' ab har pal mere sang hi rahti hai.

A man !

Sunday when I went to railway station for my reservation to KGP. I found a man who was weeping very loud. I asked him what was the matter? Somehow he could utter few words in english that I couldn't listen at that moment. I sat beside him and put my hand on his back. He was nearly 45 yrs old from south India. He asked me whether I could understand English or not? As soon as I said in affirmation, he spoke out all his tragedy in a single breath. Actually his luggage was stolen on the plateform and he had lost all his money and mobile phone with it. Even he didn't have enough money to reach his home. He had only 205 Rs and the minimum ticket was worth buying for 310 Rs. He filed a complaint in local police station but nobody was willing to help him as he didn't know hindi and the police were totally illeterate in english. Communication was one of the biggest problem for him. He pleaded me for the deficient amount and asked me to give my address sothat he would return it later.
He showed me his Identity Card, he was a mechanical Engineer in a government organization. I asked him about his family , job and graduation. He was so tensed that it was very difficult for him to speak clearly. He hadn't eat anything from last 24 hrs. I assured him to give him the required money and took him to a near by restaurent.
I gave him 150 Rs and told him not to worry. I could see a satisfying smile on his face. His tears went away. He could sense a fresh breath. He thanked to me wholeheartly.

When I returned to my home and told all about the incident to my father. He bacame very angry. He said that the person might be a fraud and you had been robbed emotionally. He gave many examples and newspaper stories to justify his point. I said only one thing. "Papa I don't know whether he is a fraud or not. There was a person who was in a great need. He was weeping and I couldn't see him like this. If I wouldn't have helped him then It was very difficult for me to sleep."

Now I feel much better.

My New Poem

These days I have written my new poem 'Wo Ladaki'. It seems to be quite melodious to me. I'll upload it when I'll come to KGP.
Jab main usse milta hoon , sab kuchh naya ho jata hai.
Kuchh Kuchh dil main uthata hai , kuchh kuchh daba rah jata hai.

to be continued.....