The Indian flag by Aditi DC

Patriotism in Youth

Today’s youth will shape the future

With their tender hands, this country they will nurture

And help preserve, the country’s legacy & culture. 

Our nation is our family and our responsibility

We must cherish it, with love and gentility.

With the passion to serve and devotion to country’s welfare, 

Patriotism ensures that we look after the nation with care.

Respect for the nation and a sense of belonging,

Keeps countrymen united and in harmonious bonding.

With the desire to stand for one’s nation at all times,

Responsible youths will take the country to great heights. 
I quickly penned down this piece for a project presentation in college and thought it was worth sharing here. Hope you enjoy this photograph and poetry by me.
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Got published!

Hello, beautiful people! Elated to announce that my poem, ‘A Girl Lost,’ got selected for publication, out of more than 700 poems by various poets, in the book, ‘The Last Flower of Spring.’ The poetry anthology is marketed by Delhi Poetry Slam and Poem Pajama and is now available on Amazon.in (free shipping). Grab your copy at: http://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn (or search for ‘The Last Flower of Spring‘ on Amazon)💛

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Author with the author's copy of 'The Last Flower of Spring'

With the author’s copy of ‘The Last Flower of Spring’

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Sister Dear

Finally sharing a poem I wrote for my sister on her birthday, but didn’t consider worthy of publishing then:

Whoever said angels don’t exist, was wrong;

A paragraph cannot contain my feelings, so I wrote you a song.

You’ve blessed many lives since the day you came into this world.

Through your delightful and kind ways, many lives you have turned.

Strong and bold like the mountains, yet tender and pure as a dove;

You give us hope when times get tough.

Cheers on being a great friend, a loving daughter and sister!

You’re one of the finest works of The Creator.

With a heart so warm and smile ever sweet;

You make the whole atmosphere magical, wherever you set feet.

Here’s wishing you a birthday pleasant-

Couldn’t think of anything better, than to remind you of your worth as a present!

The Indian flag by Aditi DC

The Tricolour

India. Bharat. Hindustan.
The land of myriad cultures, faiths, cuisines and lifestyles.
Home to 1.3 billion people, who speak a plethora of tongues and share sundry values and yet, are united by one symbol – the Tiranga. The sense of belongingness – the sharing of a common identity – that arises from seeing the Tricolour flying is what comprises PRIDE. The three stripes embodying our emotions and the Ashok Chakra delineating our stride forward.

Saffron for courage and selflessness, so close to the colour of the blood, of our martyrs. Like the sun setting in Gujarat; or the eternal flame burning at the India Gate, as a constant reminder of those who laid down their lives, for us, while those at the border continue to do so. Weird, as it may seem, it reminds me of the bindi worn by my mother, perhaps attributing to the sacrificial nature of a mother.

White denotes peace and purity. One cannot help but picture the Dove – a universal symbol of peace. From the rice grains of Punjab to the cotton fields of Maharashtra; the Himalayan peaks or the broad smiles – white is more than just a colour.

The Green band signifies prosperity and fertility. The image that comes to mind is that of the green fields that kids run through, the Tea Gardens in Assam, the forests and the vegetative cover on the mountains – the land is embayed in greenery. Subtly hinting at the farmers that toil day in and day out – the men we owe our daily bread to.

The Ashok Chakra- the Wheel of Dharma – portrays motion with regard to virtues. Resembling the vast rivers, or, the one, blue sky we are under, the Chakra has its own sentimental value.

Reciting the school pledge, that began with, “India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters,” every morning; or the rising of the heads in pride on seeing the flag hoisted, while experiencing a rush of emotions, flowing through the body. Leaving whatever work one is doing and standing in attention, when the national anthem starts playing, or the prayers sung in times of crisis of our countrymen. We are all Indian at heart. Gauri, Amy, Zoya or Sukhman. Whether we eat dhoklas, fish, idlis or chhole-bhature; whether we speak Tamil, Assamese, Punjabi or Marwari; whatever socio-cultural, economic, regional, family background we may come from- we are still, at heart, Indians- sons and daughters of the same motherland.

Truly said, then, “Saare Jahan Se Accha, Hindustan Hamara.” My humble salute to the motherland!!

[Image and write up by me.]

A Chance Encounter

On a solitary night, I chanced upon a stranger,
Walking towards me, with a sluggish pace,
His hands clasped, gaze askew,
He wore no expression, on his pale face.

His eyes, darker than charcoal,
Seemed fixated, to the ground,
I stood there, watching him awhile,
As his stare, began lingering around.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine,
And the temperature, plummeted,
I could sense a shiver, run down my spine,
We stood motionless, as if, time had stopped.

I think, I saw him grin subtly,
His steps hastened,
As if, excited to see me,
I wondered, if he was an old acquaintance.

He came close and stood there, gaping,
I could hear him, breathe heavily,
He was reeking, of blood,
And started, whistling merrily.

In that moment, I felt stark fear,
His obscure eyes, now shining bright,
Blazing, with ghoulish fire,
Yet, failing to obliterate, the dimness of the night.

“I’ve been looking for you”, he said,
“In case you’re wondering, I’m ‘DEATH’.”

A picture of the poet, Aditi DC, where she is seen standing alone, in the midst of nature.

A Girl Lost

A young girl, all of sixteen,
Huddled up in a corner;
She’d sit there, waiting,
Hoping, somebody would call her.

She had friends, galore,
Everybody knew her name;
But most didn’t talk to her anymore,
Things, had begun to change.

She fell, in a pit deep,
Couldn’t get out, needed help;
Nobody could see her weep,
Because, everybody had left.

She called out, but in vain,
Nobody seemed to care enough;
None empathized with her pain,
Maybe, all she needed was a hint of love.

The young girl, is now nineteen,
Still lonely in a crowded world;
Till date, she remains unseen,
I know, because I’m that girl.

Artwork by Aditi DC on her struggle with mental health issues and relapse.

SLIDING STAIRCASES

Have not written in a long while, I know. I started my college life, last August and with that, a new chapter in my life began. An adventurous journey of highs and lows, new beginnings, budding hopes, and the thrill, of starting something new. The journey so far, however, has not been very smooth and rosy. There has been immense pressure, fear, crying and sleepless nights, after exhausting days. Roller-coaster rides could not have been more tantalising, excruciating and intriguing.

I started college, excited at the thought of entering a new phase, with an environment different from the suffocating one at school, while also apprehensive of, what if it turned out to be just as draining and saddening, as school. College life is definitely poles apart from school life, both in a positive and negative sense. I got to meet and enjoy the company of many nice mates, and have been a lot more social and talkative lately, than I was, back at school. On the downside, college is vexing and way more demanding, and had me physically and mentally exhausted, initially.

The first semester was especially hard, because it was altogether a different zone. Nevertheless, I began attending classes, high spirited and determined, to learn and do better, than before. After a couple of weeks, however, I started losing interest. I would often find myself dozing in class, with no clue about, or, enthusiasm in what was being taught. Weeks rolled by and it became increasingly difficult for me to stay focused or concentrate, and I was back to procrastinating (like I did in the final year at school).

From the day of registration and till much later, I would come home and cry my eyes out, feeling ‘trapped,’ in a pandemonium. Right from day one, I was brimming with thoughts of fleeing, burning with the urge to get out of that toxic place. My suicidal fancies returned during the very first week of college and kept blowing my mind up, like a violent storm, very frequently after that. I had not had suicidal thoughts in a long time, and had been feeling much better, ever since I was out of school.

As the semester came to a close, and examination time appeared, my anxiety was back at its peak again, and so was the crying and the desire to escape. A part of me knew I had to brace the examinations and college life, while the rest of me wanted to turn my back on it and run. I was terrified, trembling with fear, knowing that there was no way out, that I could not keep running all my life. I had to go through, to get through it. That is where, the trouble began. The more I tried to have a grip on things, the more the sands of life started slipping, out of my hands.

I was not quite ‘prepared’ for this low phase again; it was not something I was expecting, and upliftment in my mood before joining college made me feel I had finally made it – I had conquered my inner demons. But it all gradually returned and I was devastated. There was a voice inside me screaming, “NOT AGAIN.” I did not want to feel that way ever again, I did not want to go through it all and suffer like before. It took me a lot of strength, patience and courage, to fight it and I thought I was strong enough to do it, again. But when things started getting ugly and gruesome again, I broke down like before. I cried, felt hurt and suffered, just the same.

It can be quite terrifying, experiencing a hellish nightmare, more than once. Falling down the ladder you gave every bit of your energy, to climb. A piece of me sincerely hopes, though, that I will get over it someday. I partly believe people, when they tell me it is going to be alright. But at the same time, I am also plagued by the thought that it will always keep coming back, because that is pretty much what has been happening, so far. One fights and tries to move, two steps ahead, to have the monster knock one down, again. I am tired of battling the same demons, over and over again.

I think the worst part about the whole strife is, ‘RELAPSE’. Imagine putting in all of one’s efforts, giving all of oneself to it, and after a very long time (perhaps, years), there are signs of improvement, encouraging one to push harder. But, it just takes a week or two, for it to worsen. Suddenly, one wakes up one day to realise, one is back to square one – and all of one’s time and energy seem to have gone in vain. The progress is lost and so is motivation. It is not a very good feeling; it is suffocating, gut wrenching and heart-breaking.

Now, consider this: one had made it out of that black-hole once, which should be a reason good enough for one to believe in oneself and that, one can do it again, even if it seems tougher next time. With every journey downhill, one is equipped with more knowledge and experience, to add to one’s weapons. Every time, one may feel that one might not make it this time around, a reminder needs to go out that one had traversed the path before and that one knows the way out of it. With every obstacle or downfall, one’s confidence grows and the hope for a better tomorrow strengthens, urging one, to keep going.

Towards the end of the first semester, I had become almost emotionless. From feeling pained and woeful for months, to feeling nothing at all. I kind of liked it that way and started willingly suppressing my emotions. I am in my second semester and doing better, now. Things have started looking up, again. My mood is merrier, days sunnier and I have started paying attention in class. Not sure if this is the calm before the storm, but I am hopeful that this time, I might just make it. As clichés go, am keeping my fingers crossed.