AYE TIRANGE..

Dear Readers,

First of all,

My sincere apologies. 

Nothing new in so long !

I started writing this piece on the 15th of August, but completed it only recently,

thanks to my lack of experience with Hindi.

Yes, this is my first composition in Hindi, and it may get a little extreme.

But please know, it comes straight from the heart of a daughter of two Faujis.

Oh, and for all of you who find it too exerting to read hindi,

you will find the same poem below in the more familiar Roman script. 

The choice to read it in Hindi or in English is yours, but the choice of  'I'll just read it later' does not exist.

Peace.

ऐ तिरंगे 

 रंग में तेरे घुल जाएँगे ,

तेरी खातिर मर जाएँगे । 

सर झुका देंगे हम तेरी खातिर सर कटा देंगे।

   आँच न आने देंगे तुझपर,

  दुश्मन से हम लड़ जाएँगे। 

 फिर देखना ऐ तिरंगे ,

मरके या मारके ही घर आएँगे । 

खेलनी पड़े चाहे खून की होली,

या दीवाली का पटाका बनें ये गोली। 

एक क्या हम सौ सेह लेंगे। 

फिर आकर , तेरे आँचल में सो लेंगे।

 नींद अच्छी आएगी, हम कभी नहीं उठ पाएँगे । 

 मगर, ऐ तिरंगे, हम उठना भी तो नहीं चाहेंगे!

रंगों में तेरे लिपटे हम तेरा हिस्सा बन जाएँगे ,

तब रोना मत,

 ऐ तिरंगे, 

तेरे आँसू  भी पी जाएँगे ।

AYE TIRANGE

Rang mein tere ghul jaayenge,

Teri khaatir mar jaayenge. 

Sar ghuka denge hum teri khaatir sar kataa denge.

Aanch na aane denge tujh par,

Dushman se hum lad jaayenge.

Phir dekhna, Aye Tirange, 

Marke yaa Maarke hii ghar aayenge.

Khelni pade chaahe khoon ki holi, 

Yaa diwaali  ka pataaka banein ye goli.

Ek kya hum sau seh lenge.

Phir aakar, tere aanchal mein so lenge.

Neend achhi aayegi, hum kabhi nahi uth paayenge.

Magar, Aye Tirange, hum uthna bhi toh nahi chaahenge!

Rangon mein tere lipte hum tera hissa bann jaayenge, 

Tab rona mat, 

Aye Tirange, 

Tere aansoon bhi pi jaayenge.

The Dark Night Rises

Dear Readers,

I am sure that all of us, at some point in our lives, have cried ourselves to sleep at night.
Irrespective of how strong or tough we believe ourselves to be, there have been nights when we've 
buried our heads in our pillows and cursed life.

so here's something for those times that tested us, for those nights that comforted us.




The dark night rises,
bringing with it the moon.
I wish it never ends, 
at least not too soon.

Looking out into the sky, 
what severe mood swings it has, I wonder.
Sometimes clear and bright, 
sometimes rain and thunder!

And the shining stars in the night sky,
they remind me of teardrops..I wonder why?

But neither the sky, nor the stars can take the place,
of the darkness that envelopes me, my only solace.
I beckon to the night, to wrap me in its arms,
pick me up, carry me away,
let me die in its charms,

As the clock ticks by,
I still gaze at the night sky.
I talk to the night, the darkness consoles me.
The moon comforts, 
but night controls me.

I feel a hand on my head, soothing, calming.
I pour out my secrets,
and they are alarming.
I cry my eyes out, my heart melts, then turns to stone..
The tears are wiped off, I know I'm not alone.

Night is my friend, she finds me at any cost.
I may be happy, I may be sad, or lost.
Whatever be the case, she'll always be there.
The world may not, but she will care.
With moist eyes, my troubles I will share.
And night can keep a secret, I'm sure,
while for the hard day ahead, I prepare.

Again I feel the calming hand on my head,
and it stays there, 
till the last of the tears is shed.
And I am safe, quietly asleep, 
till the sky again becomes red.