In the title poem The Country
without a Post Office, Kashmir is seen as a post-office, as
an "archive for letters with doomed addresses". Even
the calls of the muezzin have ceased long ago. "When the
muezzin died, the city was robbed of every Call". The
poet-persona returns to the local minaret as its new keeper. A
country without post-office is country without its institutions
of faith; the muezzin is the post-man of the divine.
‘Blood’ is
the new reality in Kashmir that has eroded the regime of the
saffron: "blood, blood shaken into letters/ cruel primitive
script that would erode/ our saffron link to past". Blood
is the new colour that embellishes the landscape: "Let your
blood till then embellish the slaughter." "Blood sheer
rubies/ on Himalayan snow". It is the bloody footprints of
Kashmiri youth that provide pattern to Kashmir paisleys and
carpets: "Look! Their feet bleed; they leave footprints on
the street/which will give up its fabric, at dusk, a
carpet".
An an exponent
of ghazal-poetry in English, Shahid Ali brings rare grace and
elegance to English, which undergoes Urdu-isation in this
process of cultural mixing. In his ghazals each couplet forms a
poem within a poem. Look at a couplet from a ghazal adapted from
Makhdoom Mohinuddin: "Rumours of spring – they last from
dawn till dusk — / All eyes decipher branches for
blossoms". In Ghazal the poet is able to bring
together the immediacy and urgency of experience by the
customary use of ‘tonight’. The second line of each couplet
ends with "tonight". Instead of harnessing ghazal for
romanticising Kashmir, Shahid breaks into "Ghazal" to
underscore the tragedy of his motherland: "Lord, cried out
the idols, Don’t let us be broken;/ Only we can convert the
infidel tonight".
As a poet of
diaspora, Shahid recognises the impossibility of home-coming:
"Mirror after mirror/ textiled by dust, will blind us (him)
to our return".
In After the
August Wedding in Lahore, Pakistan, almost an epilogue to
the poet’s poetic enterprise, the heartbreak has already
overwhelmed the poet’s consciousness.
Shahid’s collection is a
dirge that bewails the slow and steady decline of Kashmir from
being the hub culture to the very vale of sorrow profound.
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