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Discussion in 'Language, Arts & Culture' started by Sherab, Sep 11, 2007.

  1. Sherab

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    This poetry is all about my girlfriend...

    However keep in mind when I wrote this, i was not a Gursikh.



    The Second Guru
    By: *me* (note: edited for online use, all it;s right still belong to me, but i do not wish to disclose my name)



    Chapter One

    Homage to the Guru,
    Tamer of beings.
    Set us on the right
    path
    and lead us
    to
    moksha
    beyond
    dualisms.

    - 1 -

    The first meeting
    was like a spark
    I stomped it
    out
    with
    My own dark mind.
    Love was lost.

    - 2 -
    Foolish decisions
    made
    That only hurt you
    without change
    the natural process
    I would
    not of
    loved
    you like
    I do now.

    - 3 -
    With trust
    comes total surrender
    I give
    myself
    to you.
    I will be gentle,
    to you.
    Please, treat me well.

    - 4 -
    There is no other
    Love or obsession
    in my life
    then you.
    I entrust myself to you.

    - 5 -
    When opposites meet
    The pure always
    Wash away the stains of
    mind
    My love, make me pure,
    like you.


    - 6 -
    Each day passes
    Your purity, love,
    Compassion, and
    Wisdom rub off on
    me.
    When two cloths
    Look identical
    One was pure
    One was stained
    You, my love
    Took away my stains.
    We are one, now,
    Forever.


    - 7 -
    I have become
    just like you.
    We are one cloth.
    Just two different sides.
    Different expressions
    of one united soul.


    - 8 -
    Like the Heruka's
    Three faces
    We are
    2 beings
    That appear
    seperate
    In mind
    and
    soul
    we
    are
    O N E.

    - 9 -
    Having met
    The love of my
    life
    Is the blessings of
    All the Buddhas.
    Be my Mandarava.
    I
    will
    never
    leave
    you.

    - 10 -
    Even if seperate
    in body
    I still miss you.
    I begin to
    journey
    inside.
    There, I see, you
    never left.

    - 11 -
    You are
    the
    only thing
    present

    - 12 -
    Everything else
    without
    your love
    is
    useless
    to me.
    You are my second guru.
    For everything to be
    learned
    is learned in
    l o v e.

    - 13 -
    Seeing you is like
    Seeing an embodiemnt
    of all that
    is wished for.
    All I need is you.

    - 14 -
    Even if you were
    to hate me
    Any attention from you
    is a rain of
    Heavenly flowers,
    Delightful to anyone.

    - 15 -
    Will you
    be there
    for
    Love me
    me
    think of me,
    Even that
    is a cause
    for bliss
    Like Indra's bow.

    - 16 -
    My love for
    you
    will always
    be an all engulfing
    flame.
    burning away all
    my imperfections.
    Until only you, and
    The first Guru
    remain.

    - 17 -
    Every day
    I pick up
    The pen that
    sheds away
    all hate.
    I write on
    The paper of pure love.
    So all can see
    The radiating
    warmth of
    our
    true love.

    - 18 -
    It is always
    the small
    things that
    capture
    a heart
    in love
    Second Guru,
    I pray,
    Shower me,
    with your un-ending
    love and
    concern.

    - 19 -
    Before entering the
    temple
    I wash my hands,
    And there I see
    you.
    I wash my face,
    reminding
    myself
    We are of one face
    inside.
    I wash my feet,
    and my sins
    are cleansed
    by your love.

    - 20 -
    With time
    basking
    in our love
    I lose
    myself
    and see our
    one
    face
    You
    never
    left
    me.


    Leader Note: More than once some of our respected members have published original poetry and short stories. There is real talent here among members of the forum. So from time to time you should post your poetry and short stories in this thread. That way it will be possible to have a creative writing thread and SPN authors will make the thread thrive. Whenever forum leaders find an older post with your creative writing, we would be able to copy it to this thread. (Unless of course you object!) Poems and stories in Punjabi are also encouraged! One of the amazing things about SPN -- OUR MEMBERSHIP IS AMAZING!

    satnamji
     
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    Wah jee Wah
    Wah re Wah

    there has to be more from you, Sherab
    your verses hit me like strings of Rebab

    I wished that the moment lasts to eternity
    bathing in the bliss with words of certainty

    what a surprise this is from you jee, aad0002
    your presence has been missed by this soul 2

    Welcome, brothers and sisters on this journey
    to feel, rejoice and partake the milk and honey

    -begum
     
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    Let us all chant the Naam
    Let us hit the strings of the unstruck Shabad

    Let us sing songs of praises
    and that of lament
    All while remembering Akal.

    Any bliss or pain
    We have is his Hukam
    What more is there
    for us to do?

    Keep anand,
    Keep pain,
    Let go of Anand,
    Let go of Pain
    All is his Hukam.

    Love between two
    Mortal or immortal
    Is the true Anand.
     
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    Regrets.... I Have Many


    Life in leafy Edgbaston was cosy, routine and without much bother,

    Mummy and daddy where professional middle class,
    I was at college study for my A levels,
    I was shy and obedient but I wasn't content,
    I longed for excitement,
    I wanted to live the world,
    I wanted to be as bold as brass and that was my intent.
    At college one day, a lad approached me, as he towards me,

    I could see from afar around his neck, he wore the moon and stars around his neck.
    He was very persistent and sweet,
    Told me I was beautiful from my head down to my feet.
    In my innocence by this tender words I was fooled,
    This Muslim boy loved me.
    And the love for my own family cooled.

    My stupidity lead me to follow western trends,
    I allowed him to become my boyfriend,
    He had me under his hypnotic spell,
    What I was going to do next nobody could tell,
    I moved from Edgbaston to Sparkbrook.
    I longed to be with my one and only Farooq.
    My life was to change completely,
    Long gone where the afternoon tea parties with the ladies,
    Long gone where my Mummy's BMW and Daddy's Mercedes,

    I was soon getting on and off buses and trams,
    As I struggled with a variety of prams,
    I was his sweetheart no more,
    Instead I had become his common *****.
    From Edgbaston to Sparkbrook and then to living hell
    That is Pakistan,
    A distant memory now, but please believe me,
    I had once stood shoulder to shoulder with my dear dad
    and demanded khalistan.
    Oh God
    What have I done?

    What has happened to me?
    What have I become?
    As I lay awake at night
    There is nobody to even hear me cry,
    My thoughts are unanswered, questions are my only escape,
    Somebody, anybody! Please tell me?

    Will I ever stand in the warmth of my kitchen again?
    Will I ever feel the hug of dear Daddy's strong arms?
    Will my brothers ever fight and play and argue with me again?
    Will I be there when my Mummy and Daddy grow old?
    When my brother gets married will I be there to put the kalgi on his pagh?
    Will I ever again experience the sweet nectar that is Gurbani?
    Will I ever share langar again?
    Now there are no answers, only questions.

    I have sown the seed of my own despair,
    My life is in ruins, which nobody can repair,
    My innocence, foolishness, kismet on me all have cheated,
    I desperately want my previous boring life,
    But I fear I am living in false hope,
    In my heart of hearts I know that can never be repeated.
    As I write these word in the unforgiving Pakistani heat,
    Streams of sweat and tears run down my face,
    I realise for me it is now too late,
    Life has dealt me a cruel fate,
    My living hell on my own I have to endure,
    But I plead with my Sikh sisters that you make sure
    Don't be fooled by his looks and false allure.

    Stay in the warmth of Sikh religion,
    Maintain your family values,
    Enjoy its rich culture, but unlike me don't abuse its social freedom,
    Ignore my advice at your peril,
    But I beg you to take, a good long hard look at me,
    A pitiful shambles I'm sure you will agree,
    Happiness or even hope, I haven't any,

    But regrets.............
    I have many.

    (Source: http://www.whyichosesikhism.com/?p=stories)
     
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    Some say You are the writer, whose letters are Creation;
    Some call You watchmaker, a genius looking on;
    Some say You have this name or that name or the name they cannot speak.
    Some say Father, King, Mother, Queen, Sun, Secret, Light, Merciful Judge, Humble Ruler.
    You are all that and more.

    Some saw You here, and some elsewhere, and others long ago; some, just the other day.
    Some say You came to save, some to demand allegiance, some to select the worthy.
    Some heard You on Your mountain, some in Your sea; some in an old man, some in a child.
    Some travelled miles to meet You, some just turned around and there You were.
    You do all this and more.

    How can the mind take You all in?
    Is there anywhere You have not been, and are not now?
    What would be the good of figuring You out,
    When I could be serving You right now?
    Since You are here I can praise You any time!
    You explain what can be understood, to any who listen.
    You hear everything wherever it is spoken,
    You know every thought we have about You.

    Some call You in the depth of night, when fear surrounds them;
    Some sing Your praises in the light, in ecstasy;
    Some part of You is all our illusion-blinded minds can grasp.
    Some effort to love and serve You is all that You demand.
    You are more than any praise and love and service can ever match, but
    I will give you all I can, Amazing Guru!

    - by Joey
     
  7. Huck_Finn

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    beautiful aad ji


    jit mein main hai
    tis mein "tu" naahi
    Main ko main samjhoon
    tumko dekh na pavoon
    jangal dhoondoon
    ulta latkooon
    karoon saadhnaa roz roz
    tune banaya aisa putla
    khud hi sochun, khud hi bhooloon
    main ko main hi samajhna chahoon
    main ko main hi rokna chahoon
    tumko abtak janoon na
    tune banaya aisa putla
     
  8. Astroboy

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    LIFE.

    Connecting, spiritual reality ephemeral inter woven by design.

    One good deed leads to another, seeds sown years ago, harvest time is near.

    Decisions made impact upon our destiny.

    Spoken word falling upon pastures new, linking us together.

    We drift upon invisible currents to meet once again at distant crossroads.


    Daily, I am developing a greater peace with myself, this has grown largly due to being more comfortable with my spiritual faith.


    Constant Spiritual Companion

    Peace within, without
    contentment rises, bubbling in my soul
    my inner spirit, my constant companion
    shielding me, tirelessly urging
    to reflect upon beauty around
    within others, self
    a guiding light, softly, shimmering
    leading me towards journeys end.

     
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    Journey ~~~~~

    I move just around the corner,
    Seeking the truth, trusting my senses,
    Seeing beyond what i see today.

    Gentle strings, invisible but firm, tug me,
    My anticipation grows as i step around,
    Only to find that i have another turn in the way.
     
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    CLONING AND FAITH By Ekta Kaur Kalra
    Cloning designs nothing
    Beyond the command of God,
    There is every inch of reason
    To continue the faith in Lord.

    Why should there be a need
    To explain the power of God?
    Whose creation can create a human
    How great will be that Lord.

    The birth of light from Sun
    The science of light on earth
    The creation of man by God
    The science of clone on earth.

    All that takes place
    Within the boundaries of world
    Is either direct by the Lord
    Or by some chosen means by God.

    One such medium of creation
    Has been designed as human
    One such supreme creation
    Is designed first by Lord.

    Praise the King of world
    And praise his creation too
    How intense is the reason now to believe
    Lord who bestows power to create to you too.

    Nothing is beyond His control
    Nothing takes without His will
    All glory falls to Him
    Who created the ones who can create.
    ***

    Live a life
    Only if you can strive
    Not for the good of self
    But for the self to be good.
    * * * * *

    A moment’s joy
    An age’s despair
    Life your ways
    Are unfair.
    * * * * *

    In the difference
    Between fair and material
    Swings the human mind and soul,
    Fate plays a game
    And swing breaks
    Man falls to breathe
    Material world in grief.
    ****

    With bright sunshine
    When good time arrives
    Ordinary smiles.
    * * * * *

    They rejoice on gain of loaf
    They share pleasure of their own
    Innocent, they believe
    Just though it is
    Life needs meal
    Air to breathe
    Love to share
    Hope to dream.
    * * * * *

    You love and you realize
    Sorrows are no surprise.
    * * * * *

    Life serves no roof
    Many in search of secure death.
    * * * * *
     
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    Some of my poetry;-

    Temple of One

    You asked me to marry you.
    I wasn’t ready,
    I still had segments of my life
    to live.

    I wasn’t ready for commitment.
    I was already married to the world.
    I thrill on the loneliness of one.
    Happy exploring my private trajectory.
    I took many lifetimes building
    my own platform,
    I don’t want to share my intimate space
    with you or God.

    I am a solitary soul, this is my one man show.
    Yes, I love you, but that is all;
    a relationship would only make me
    grow old.

    Marriage would crucify my independence,
    eroding away my hard earned confidence.
    So I’ll remain happily alone,
    in my strictly solo home.

    (C)2008 Lenny Gazbowski

    And my next poem:-

    To Give

    Bring me your trials
    and in return
    I'll offer you my justice

    Bring me your heart
    and in return
    I'll replenish it with my blood

    Bring me your loss
    and in return
    I'll blow it away

    Bring me your lips
    and I'll pour you my wine

    Bring me your naked flesh
    and I'll paint your portrait

    Bring me your smile
    and I'll return your laughter

    (C) 2008 Lenny Gazbowski

    I used to be a regular performer on the Merseyside circuit, due to poor health I no longer read my poetry at gig. However I continue to write poetry !:up:

    Hope you enjoyed the two poems I've posted.

    LennyG
     
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    I am willing to compromise
    something I couldn't do in the past
    But time made me all wise
    and let's leave the past in the past

    How would I define the boundaries
    of what cannot be discussed anymore
    I will just mind my own business
    as we are not husband and wife anymore

    But I do brighten up and get excited
    with my heart working faster and harder
    When I receive a call from you
    thinking if you're coming my way, I wonder

    But reality hits hard again when you speak business
    shattering all the fantasy and illusion I built in the mind
    pretending as if everything's ok and in success
    hoping every tear I shed will make me humble and kind
     
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    WaheGuru Ji Ka Khalsa, WaheGuru Ji Ki Fateh.

    I often write poems. I have composed more than 2000 poems till date.
    Some of my poems are as under:

    I wish to write
    The words of my heart,
    The cause of its beats
    The delicacy of thoughts.
    * * * * *

    A million reasons
    Still to know,
    The beats of heart
    The sound that flows.
    * * * * *

    I lit a candle in solitude
    With it I lit my dreams,
    True, I saw a miracle real
    My childhood smiling at my youth.
    * * * * *

    As drops in river
    So do desires in mind,
    Rise and succeed
    On the command of time.
    * * * * *

    In the sweat with time
    In the pain, Divine
    We remember you
    To forget life.
    * * * * *

    Never mind the heat of sun
    Joys will come.
    * * * * *

    Tears wipe pain from my face
    Not strength from my heart.
    * * * * *

    Tears are tiny drops of pain
    In the ocean of ever flowing joys.
    * * * * *

    To the temple she goes with tears in
    eyes,
    From the temple she comes with
    smiling pride.
    * * * * *

    Faith never cries
    It's doubt that sheds tears.
    * * * * *

    In the magnitude of what exists
    There is nothing in infinity
    And infinity in nothing.
    * * * * *

    Near the fruity tree lies his grave,
    He who died for a loaf of bread.
    * * * * *

    Written by – Ekta K. Kalra

    WaheGuru Ji Ka Khalsa, WaheGuru Ji Ki Fateh.


     
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    Just Sharing

    Others are there too

    Walking under it, enjoying its gift
    How many times sun became talk of your interest?
    Enjoying rain sitting in patio long time,
    How much time process of rain shook you?
    Enjoying the sweet of honey on a dried bread
    How much consistent labor bees went through constantly over looked.
    Engrossed in own satisfaction mind has not much time left
    To consider life of a flower cultivates joy while inching toward death
    Superior being of all indulged in little self
    Stay in illusion to be here for ever, the lesser being
    Are less into eternity delusions better aligned with laws of nature.
    Get a moment to appreciate all in surroundings
    And notice they are there not you alone.
     
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    A Sikh's "inner" prayer

    God, Give me "the kes", my love for the universe

    that flows unconditionally

    God, Give me "the kirpan", the will to be just

    that makes me the brave.

    God, Give me "the kacchera" , my obedience to you

    that makes me a willing student.

    God, Give me "the kanga", my awakened conscience

    That clears up my thoughts.

    God, Give me "the Kara", the rememberence of your Naam

    That is with me all the time.
     
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    Re: Prayers of Thanksgiving

    main kay deyoon tujhko
    sab toh hai tera tera tera

    shukar manaveve jo eh jehva
    eh bhi toh hai tera tera tera

    niv jave joh tere tej ke aggey
    mastak bhi hai tera tera tera

    kaise karoon tera shukraana
    main khud hi hoon tera tera tera
     
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    HERE IS FROM ME TO AAD JI, NAMJAP JI, AMARSANGHERA Ji ( And my dear respected spiritual FRIEND)

    Diamond on the leaves

    In a virgin morning
    Light bright rays caress the leave of plants
    Turning drops of dew into sparkling diamonds
    Amazingly attractive soothing my eyes in amazement
    Then quietness goes under attack of unwanted noise
    A weak freeze starts and I see swinging plants
    The diamonds fall down in their originality
    Eyes in wonder couldn’t believe the end of the beauty
    Isn’t the same path we all heading to?
    They gave pleasure to my inquisitive eyes for a while
    Left me wondering what do we have to offer?




    GSINGH
     
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    God of My Visions by Durlabh Singh ji

    God of my vision speak
    Not bounded by laws
    Which hindered an ode
    Of liberty to a flower
    The spirit which was ever
    Inconceivable yet green.

    Drag me not to darkness of death
    Or make me an object for others
    In summarised to buy or sell
    A fixed statistic in numbers
    Stored in safety of the populade.

    Give me newer modes
    Of experience
    Souls of the trees
    The stars in the skies
    A revolve in universe.
    A grant of impassioned life
    Glorious in incantation
    Some unique exalted zeal.

    Durlabh Singh © 2008

     
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    With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel
    With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel
    The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity
    For both his friends and foes
    Now drenched in bloods of futility.

    Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside
    His only concern now became
    To fight for the liberty of his mind
    Not for diversions or for abandoned castled dearth
    Not for the prized glory in the eyes of the world.
    Driven to edge for his hatred of tyranny
    He showered his message of dignity for all sundry
    His hand extended for support without caste or creeds
    Amid sanctity of sufferings and all hallowed deeds.

    Scribing Bachittar Natak his dramatic verse
    Wondrous play of nature amid works of divine
    Worlds of action or of contemplation
    Beyond the little thine or mine
    In jungles of Trai & Machiwara his tortures confined.

    Here where men hate and taste blood in consummation
    Indifference in ignorance of vultured eliminations
    Great loss of innocents of his sons he endured
    Among bitter smites but his poise he secured
    The Sant Sipahi then reluctantly took to his sword
    To defend dignity of Hind against marauding hordes.


    Durlabh Singh © 2008
     
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  20. pk70

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    WALKING ON THE MINES

    (A Short Story, dedicated to those who have hearts like the sea!)

    It was a bright morning. The sun rays pierced through the window curtain and warmed his face and because of this, he woke up—though he didn’t want to. He looked at the alarm clock; it was 9 o'clock in the morning. He jumped out of bed to get ready as he had to go to job in his uncle’s fabric store. His aunt was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for him.

    He tried but couldn’t forget the radiant eyes of Ambar who was introduced to him last night by his aunt. Being very shy, Ambar looked very rarely at him otherwise she kept her eyes glued on the table she was sitting around. There was a strong feeling of wanting to meet her again alone, a feeling that was enveloping him completely.
    Mobin was born and raised in Calcutta. However after his fathers’ assassination by fanatics, his Mother brought him to New Delhi where he started working in the fabric shop of his father’s friend, Tahal Singh.

    Hardly six months elapsed when the police caught Mobin’s friend Iqbal Mohammad with explosives. The police summoned Mobin to the police station for questioning. He knew nothing about his friend’s secretive agenda. During the interrogation he was not only suspected by the official but also warned sternly. “You guys never think India is your country, I know this. Let me tell you, I shall be watching you, and I know how to put an end to all this”. He wanted to say many things to that official but he couldn’t. His mother advised him to tell what he knew and never get into argument with police. So he kept quiet. He was beaten by the police but got spared from getting tortured when his boss Tahel Singh went there to rescue him. It was Tahel Singh who actually lectured the police inspector about Mobin’s father, who became victim of extremists just because he openly declared he would become police witness in a murder case.
    When he got back home, in spite of Tahel Singh’s bold support, his mother decided to send Mobin to his father’s sister, Jamila, who was settled in Lahore, Pakistan. This was the only way out, she thought at that moment, to spare Mobin from the both evils - the Indian police and the extremists - because Mobin was the only one she had to look up to.

    He felt lonely in Lahore for the next few months. However, due to the warm affection shown by his aunt, uncle and cousin, he overcame his loneliness slowly. The night before, he met Ambar and he was thrilled to see such a beautiful girl… possibly a soul mate.

    As he wished, another meeting with Ambar was arranged. Ambar and her older sister met him in a park near a high school. When Ambar’s sister left, he daringly focused his eyes on her face, first time he noticed that her face was round and was glowing. The shyness he noticed during his first meeting with her was not much there now. He went to near by ice cream vender and bought ice cream of her choice. They talked about Lahore, her education and her family. She never asked anything about him as if she knew everything about him and his family. Suddenly he felt urge to hold her hand, he looked in her eyes and took her hand in his and said” Ambar, after meeting you first time, I couldn’t sleep well, believe me...”

    Amber’s face turned red, she didn’t look at him at all.

    He continued, “You are so beautiful, your eyes never left me, and you have taken over my dreams... This is surely… love at first sight... I hope you like me too”

    She stared at him for a moment and then lowered her eyes again and said in almost a whisper, “I do.”

    “Would you mind giving me your picture? I want to send it to my mother. She will be glad to see it, as she already asked for it when I told her about you. ”

    “Um sure! I will,” Ambar responded bashfully.

    “Would you like to visit India?” he asked.

    “If you show me around.” A big smile glowed on her face, now she looked straight into his eyes.

    “Ambar, it is nice country but it has lost its tolerant and secular environment, people are now more into fanaticism.”

    She got serious. “Yes, it is true. Here too you will see, there are some groups always on the edge. They act as if peace is bad for society.”

    “I agree, Ambar! I am glad you have a heart as big as the sky, and truly you represent your name … Ambar, the sky”

    “What would have made me think otherwise?’ she asked curiously but with a broad smile on her face.

    He laughed, “Nothing … don’t think that way, I am happy to hear what you have said. Actually it is the fanatics who are troublemakers. In India, there are some people who think all Muslims are against India… but it doesn’t mean all Indians think so. The father of my schoolmate, Usha, would advise me not to listen to those narrow-minded people who would say Muslims are bad. Good Muslims are as good as good Hindus.”

    She smiled. “Usha, huh? How was Usha?’

    “Come on Ambar, she was just a good friend of mine,” and Mobin smiled.

    “Well I am just asking how she was? ” Ambar giggled.

    He ignored her giggling and continued, “When they killed my father, because he became witness to a murder case, you won’t believe this. All his friends, Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims came to rescue us. Uncle Tahel Singh helped us to move to New Delhi and gave me a job, and he paid me well. His daughter, Manjit, would treat me like her own brother, Preet. Ambar, I am convinced that it is not any religion but fanatics who are poisoning society.”

    Ambar turned serious and said, “I agree. This is what these fanatics do, they go on and on saying that these people are bad, and those people are bad… but look at their own religious playground.

    “ I want to live in a place where these disgusting people have no say”, Mobin said.
    “Don’t worry; we will be alright in Lahore. Here we have not that many fanatics, and we will not care about what they are saying”

    Mobin felt proud of Ambar’s thinking, especially her appreciation for social harmony. This was the kind of girl he had hoped to marry. He was sure his mother would also love her as her daughter in law.

    Mobin was not one to make many friends. He kept himself tied to his job, spending a few moments here and there with his cousin and Ambar. At the end of each week he would call his mother. That was his life now. This was the way he wanted to live.

    They got engaged within a week. After seeing her picture, his mother pressed him to go ahead with the engagement because she knew Amber’s family well. Mobin’s engagement, marriage and then of course the grandchildren to come, that was her sole dream since her husband’s murder. Mobin was her world. She was planning to come to Lahore within six months to attend Mobin’s marriage. She asked Mobin and Ambar to send new pictures of the two of them to her. So Mobin thought he would have a picture taken by best photographer in town.

    On his days off he would take Ambar out and they would talk together about all kinds of things. She was very good listener, very rarely would she argue with him. Sometimes he would think of his mother. Like Ambar, not only was she caring towards his father but she would also listen to him, and cooperate with him in everyway.

    Just three months after the engagement, Mobin returned home after dropping Ambar off at her residence. The winter night was truly cold. It was around 8 in the evening. Mobin heard a lot of commotion near a mosque on the road nearby. People were running away from the mosque in so many different directions. Mobin was forced to slow his scooter. A few young men waved him down, and then Mobin was forced to stop. They approached, getting very close to him and asked loudly” are you Sunni or Shia?”

    “Brothers, let me go,” Mobin said softly.

    “First answer the question!”

    “Does it matter?” He asked in a surprise.

    “Yes it does!”

    “Fine… I… I am Shia,” Mobin said tensely. At once one of the men leaped on him. He felt something piercing through his stomach. He fell of the scooter and staggered for moment, then collapsed. For a few moments he thought of Ambar and his mother.

    Then -- complete darkness.

    When Ambar heard the news, she rushed to the hospital to see Mobin. Everything seemed to fall apart before her as his cousin, crying bitterly, said to her, “Mobin has left us Ambar” And then Ambar collapsed on the ground; a wilted flower that could no longer cling to its stem. There were no tears in her eyes, and something within made her speechless. She began to think of Mobin’s mother.

    She remembered what his mother had said last to her, “I am waiting for a fresh picture of both of you together, my child. Send it soon, send it now, because both of you are my world”. It was then that the tears welled up in her eyes, and Ambar began to sob loudly. Mobin’s cousin held her in his lap; he could not utter a word. All words choked.


    By G. Singh
     
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    Original Poetry by SPN Members

    Leader Note: More than once some of our respected members have published original poetry and short stories. There is real talent here among members of the forum. So from time to time you should post your poetry and short stories in this thread. That way it will be possible to have a creative writing thread and SPN authors will make the thread thrive. Whenever forum leaders find an older post with your creative writing, we would be able to copy it to this thread. (Unless of course you object!) Poems and stories in Punjabi are also encouraged! One of the amazing things about SPN -- OUR MEMBERSHIP IS AMAZING!

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