भारत की बेटी

नमस्कार मित्रो! भारतीय छोकरी होने के नाते अपनी मातृभाषा में आप सभी के लिए कुछ प्रस्तुत करना मेरा कर्त्तव्य है. तो ये लीजिये,भारतीय छोकरी के कलम से भारत की भाषा में भारत की बोली:

मैं हूँ हिंदी,

भारत की देवी,

हिंदुस्तान की बेटी.

मैं “कूल” तो नहीं हूँ.

पर “फूल” भी नहीं हूँ.

अंग्रेजी मेरे बाद आई,

फिर क्यों उसने इतनी शान पायी?

मैं अंग्रेजी के समुन्दर में डूब रही हूँ.

अकेली बैठे- बैठे ऊब रही हूँ.

मैं एक दूसरी भाषा बनके रह गयी हूँ.

अंग्रजी के सागर में बह गयी हूँ.

मैं अंग्रजी से पुरानी हूँ,

मैं भारत की वाणी हूँ.

फिर ऐसा क्यों कि मैं

अपने ही घर में मेहमान बनके रह गयी हूँ?

बच्चे मुझसे डरते है,

अंग्रजी का गुणगान करते है.

मैं एक गरीब, पुराने ज़माने की भाषा बन गयी हूँ,

विद्यार्थियों  की नजर में “टफ” बन चुकी हूँ.

ऐसा प्रतीत  होता है कि मैं

अपने ही देश में मेहमान हूँ.

अपनी ही मातृभूमिपे रास्ता भटक चुकी हूँ.

ऐसा लगता है,

कि अब इस मिटटी में समां जाना है.

यह सत्य लगता है,

कि मृत्यु को गले से लगाना है.

Drama queen

I know I am supposed to post one more poem, but I am kind of idea-less right now.I do have a hindi poem (posted as another entry).So just read this one for now.

In a normal girl’s life, there are two queens who rule their lives and these queens are the most important people in their lives. One is their mother, and one is their best friend. These two people celebrate their birthdays with just a five-day gap. So I decided to dedicate this article to them. This is the tohfa! Tohfa! Tohfa! Tohfa! jo main laayi! Laayi! Laayi! Laayi!( This is an old Hindi song. It basically means the gift which I bought) These two queens influence the girl’s life a lot. They are an integral part in the development of our lives.

(If you are a psychopath, your queens might just be into Queen Elizabeth and Rani Lakshmibai.)

Maa and Annie are queens. So let’s add a twist to their tale and convert them into drama queens! So let’s see how they would be if they were movie characters from Hindi movies:

1)    Maa- My maa is like Kajol aka Anjali from Kuch Kuch Hota hai. She is more like the bubbly, tom-boyish, basketball-playing, bob haircut, not-a-typical-sanskari*-indian woman. She is not like the Kajol in the second half. She turns crazy at times and dances with the scrappy sister. She got a tattoo made on her birthday. She is full of enthusiasm like Anjali. I am not like the little Anjali in the movie and my father isnt Srk (we aren’t that dramatic).

2)    Annie- Everyone remembers the eternal friendship of Jai and Veeru in Sholay. Me and Annie are like a female version of theirs. We are crooks at time.We are maryada purshottam** also. Our Radha and Basanti are Akshay Kumar (mine) and Taylor Lautner (hers). We are crazy. We are insane. We are us. Our friendship is forever like Jai and Veeru’s lives on even after Jai’s death. Till death do us apart! 

So that was my entry. Ye choriyan badi drama queen ban jaati  hai kabhi kabhi (Again a hindi song, it means that these girls turn into drama queens at times).Hope you enjoyed reading this short and sweet article. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAA AND ANNIE! 

Maa

Me and Annie

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*sanskari-cultured

**maryada-purshottam- always abiding by the rules

Nature

Sorry sorry sorry! I wrote my entry and forgot about it! Anyways, I'll post now. So this is a poem on nature which me and my bus buddy wrote. 

I am nature,

Which humans do not nurture. 

I give them oxygen, 

Which is their lifeline.

I give them water,

Which they need to survive.

I give them food,

Which they eat like wolves

All they know is greed,

All I know is sacrifice.

All they know is selfishness,

All I know is selflessness.

All they know is destroying me,

All I know is making them.

Their promise to save me is a lie

If it remains this way,I am going to die.

I wouldn't see the light of the noon,

Or the night of the moon.

I'd die soon. 

Agni Pareeksha

Hello again! So this will be my third poem for the month. This poem basically speaks about the condition of a student when he sits for an exam. Agni pareeksha here refers to trial by fire. Pareeksha means exams. Jhaap refers to jhaapad, which means slap.

We enter the battlefield,

Our class room

With our swords in hand,

Ready to face all that stands in our way.

They might think of it as a pareeksha,

But it is no less than a agni pareeksha

.

The answer sheet is our shield,

Which will decide what results we yield.

The pen is our sword,

Which determines our score.

The question paper is our enemy,

Which doesn’t even have a bit of sympathy.

Our intelligence is tested, by these weapons,

Which look deceptively simple.

We are the warriors,

Who see the bloodshed,

In this agni pareeksha.

We’d die if we fail,

But the exam is written in vain.

It is a matter of life or death.

Write to get marks,

Otherwise get jhaps.

Write to satisfy the world,

Fight the battle of your lives!

Which isn’t merely a pareeksha,

It is a agni pareeksha.

The room of joy

Hello everyone! So this is another poem of mine, based on the article “Is it your room?” Hope you like it! Happy reading!

A place of eternal joy,

Where a river of smiles flows

You see faces filled with warmth,

With care, with love.

You see content and bliss,

The atmosphere is full of joy

The satisfaction is there.

A place with an ocean of happiness,

A place which calls you to stay.

A place where you feel,

On top of the world.

A place where life is simple,

Life is fun, and it seems as if,

Life cannot get any better

You feel like staying forever,

But life moves on,

Life is a race, so keep speeding up.

Keep moving on,

From one place to the other.

To the place,

Where the smile will be scarce,

Where there will be just a pinch of friendliness,

Where the love and affection,

Has left your side.  

You visit the place in your dreams

Because,

A smile couldn’t leave your face,

When you were in that room,

In that room called a classroom,

Which helped you to understand the meaning of happiness. 

Enough is enough!

Extremely sorry for the late entry guys. I wrote it a week prior and completely forgot to post.
So,we got an assignment at school to write a poem, I attempted it and I really enjoyed it. So, this month is the "poem month" for my blog. So here's the first one:

I am like an organ of theirs,
I go with them everywhere.
From the restaurants,
To the camping tents.

I have a lot of load,
About which they don't seem to know.
They message, they call,
They search, they download.
But that isn't all.

The kids keep crying,
They want me so bad.
They drop their food,
They drop me,
They oil and grease me,
With their buttery hands.

I am what a teen needs,
They keep gaping at my screen.
The ting-ting sound of their notifications,
Makes me want to scream!

Adults aren't any better,
They think kids are worse.
They scold those poor kids,
Who just follow their parents.

Old people are the best,
They are so different from the rest.
They seem so confused,
That sometimes they refuse,
To use one like others do.
But some of them,
Are just like the rest.

Enough is enough !
A mobile phone isn't your life,
Isn't your dream.