When I start to think about it 3 hours past midnight

I don't know what I am up to at the moment. It's quarter to 3 a.m. in the morning and 7 hours late I have my hindi BOARD examination (trust me, its not as simple as it sounds) and instead to being lost in my ecstatic dreams or horrid nightmares, I am flexing my fingers and writing aimlessly this blog. (lol). I am quite happy that after tomorrow (today, whatever you may call it) I'd be getting rid off this miffing Hindi. FOREVER! What a feeling. It's for the last 3 hours of my life when I'd be racking me brains and writing in that ansewr booklet for the last time and biding Hindi literature, a sweet-though-mean goodbye. Now why I call it mean too has a reason behind it. We are all Indians. But we, the future generation and the heirs of our Indian culture and tradition, WE, the people who are going to be rulers of our nation.. We curse our mother tongue, OUR national language. We loathe it, we hate it. Why? We are so swayed over by the western culture and western ideas that we think that India is a really wrong place we took birth in. Inspite of majority of people speaking hindi, it looks as if English has become our mother tongue. We are jolly pleased about getting free from learning hindi anymore which is our own language but it doesn't hurt us to read English more. Isn't that a shame on us? If we only will not love and respect our language and culture, our notions and traditions of the society then nobody else in the world would respect us. As we know that one should learn to respect himself to receive respect from others. It is only 'us' who can do smething about this. It's only 'us' who have to make India, OUR counrty more prosperous. We should, henceforth, start taking pride in our history, tradition and language. We have to stand together for achieving our goals in this matter.

         Anyway, before my friends/readers began to think that I've gone mad.. A hardcore hater of Hindi language (only as a subject in school) publishing such a post (lol) I should better go and sleep. Nahi toh boards mein yahee hindi le doobegi.. :D

Awaiting the end

Out of nowhere, his friendship was offered to me,

When I was all new to this place.

I accepted it and was happy to see,

Such a person who was so merry and always gay.

 

A sweet and a clear-hearted person was he,

Who would enlighten the place where his presence was witnessed.

The air there was full of mirth and exuberance,

The essence of which I can never forget.

 

I got closer to him and we became such good friends,

But some lunes around could not see him getting a new buddy.

They uttered unkind and cruel words to me about him,

And said things so that my friendship with him I could cease.

 

But I had my own ways of judgment about a person,

And so, nobody I ever did heed.

I remained his friend even then,

And did things so that a buoyant life he could lead.

 

But as the year passed, he began to grow morose,

His life was made tough and was adorned by thorns.

He would get depressed and sad every time easily,

As more people who spoke wrong about him were born.

 

Somewhere there was my fault too,

As I also blamed him for some reasons.

But believe me; I never wanted to hurt him,

But to bring in his life some spry seasons.

 

I unlocked some stories to which only I had the keys,

And apprised him of each callous word, for him that was being uttered.

I know it must have hurt and pierced his heart a lot,

But still the innocent he, in agony too, heard it, and not even a word he murmured.

 

He listened to everything I told him patiently,

And promised to wash all the flaws off him.

I know he never wanted to do anything iniquitous to anyone,

Thinking about all that, with tenderness, my heart was up to the brim.  

 

He tried his level best and I found in him a change,

I began to respect him even more seeing all his efforts,

He achieved some new friends and got some old ones back as rewards,

But still he felt, of something in his life, there was a dearth.

 

He wears a charismatic smile for this world.

It has been two years since then when I made him my friend.

But what pinches me the most is that still,

I could not bring the grief within him to an end. 

The Black Rose

She still kept the black rose that he had given her,

And remembered all those painful words that he had murmured.

The scenes of the past began flashing before her moist eyes,

She saw how day by day, she was made to die.

 

She had been a simple and shy girl,

Who thought she had everything in this wise world.

But still she felt there was a dearth of something in her life,

It was him, when she saw him first, she realized.

 

She fell for him that very moment he uttered the first words,

And suddenly everything became so colorful in her dull world.

Her love grew stronger and stronger as each day had passed.

Living each moment without him had become so hard.

 

He was, although, unaware of the sprouting love,

This was so pure just like a white dove.

Still something pulled him towards her, he didn’t know why,

Like the clouds in the airy sky fly so high.

 

Gradually, the twosome became so intimate,

That everyday, to hear each other’s voice, they couldn’t wait

Even though they were all alone, they were together,

And they had faith that their relationship would never deter.

 

But they both were innocent and unwary of their cruel fate,

Which came to put their long intimacy to slay.

The clouds shrieked and the dark night sky cried,

The wind ceased blowing and the atmosphere became dry.

 

The boy had impending death in near future,

But he had realized till now that even he loved her.

Just to see his love happy and fill her life with bliss,

He decided to release himself from this relationship’s grip.

 

The girl on the other hand had no clue to all this,

And dreamt about spending all day and nights with him.

She was benumbed the moment the guy came to her,

And she wished she was deaf when all those words he had uttered.

 

And he had brought with him the black rose,

Seeing which the girl already had grown so morose.

He handed it to her with his heart brimming with so much pain,

Seeing tears in her eyes, he wished he could just become mum.

 

But he knew he had to do this to make her hate him,

So that she would throw him out of her heart and forget him,

So that she would live a happy life and find someone new,

Who would keep her happier and as fresh as the morning dew.

 

The girl still couldn’t understand why he did that to her.

How could he forget all those vows, promises and words.

She cried bitterly for the following hours,

Recalling how sweetly to her he suddenly turned so harsh.

 

She still didn’t get to know about her love’s death.

She believed that her patience and love was just undergoing God’s tests.

And now today she took out that black rose that he had given her,

And remembered all those painful words he had murmured.

 

She screamed and cried all day and night.

Till now she too had become ready to bid this world a goodbye.

Nobody knows whether it was their love or just a game of time,

Exactly on month later, on the same day, the girl too died.