Thursday, September 3, 2009

Prem Patra

Koi Deewana Kehta Hai, Koi Pagal Samajhta Hai,
Magar Dharti Ki Bechaini ko Bas Badal Samajhta Hai.

Main tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai,
Yeh Tera Dil Samajhta Hai, Ye Mera Dil Samajhta Hai.

Bawaa!!!
I don’t know what to write, where to begin from, and where to end. I even don’t know if you will read this or not, yet I write to you.
I still remember, pearls of tears rolling down your pretty face, and mine, for this was it, the moment had arrived, I had finished my graduation, and in spite of all my wishes, it was time for me to leave, to step out of the college, into a new world. I could see the pain burning in your eyes, those eyes which used to carry the happiness of the world for me, which made me laugh, which stood by me, almost every time and anytime.
To be honest, it was your eyes that did the trick and made an Aashiq out of me.
The first day I saw you, those lovely, playful, naughty, big eyes, I knew, I was gone. 5 years have passed since, and honestly, I haven’t seen a more beautiful sight in this entire period, but for your eyes.
I don’t know what love is, but many say it’s friendship, well, friends we have been, almost the shadow of each other, from the day I saw you first, at the college gate, till the day, I walked out of that same gate, forever. Four years of trust, fun, courage and friendship. I never realized, you became my habit, an awesome habit. Mata ki Chai, Drishtant ki meetings, events, Ed-Board, TPO, the evening walks outside 7 no, the corridors of 5 no, c-top, the cricket ground, almost everything, reminded me of you.
I was struggling with life, but you never gave up, as my strength, you stood by me, steered my ship across maelstroms right up to the shore, to safety.
Yet, I walked out, left you behind, in the pursuit of my dreams, at a moment when you needed me most. Neither did you complain. Just smiled at me through the wall of tears, hoping I will come back, some day or the other.
I know I am selfish, I have made mistakes, I chase my dreams, yet, I miss you. Over the past year or so, I feel as if a part of me has gone, forever, lost into the cosmos. Everything is just perfect, but for you. I never made any promises to come back, and I regret this fact today, for I don’t see myself in the mirror, but a body which has lost its soul.
I don’t know whether I will come back or not, whether you still like me or not, will you forgive me or not. But I do want to tell you something, whatever I breathe; it has a tinge of your fragrance, soft and warm.
Someday we shall meet, and I may live again…

Main tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai,
Yeh Tera Dil Samajhta Hai, Ye Mera Dil Samajhta Hai.

Love
Pathik

Note:
The post is inspired by a love letter that I wrote in early 2008 for a letter writing contest in one of my college festivals. I choose to write a love letter to my college and the pretty girl in this story is my college MANIT Bhopal.
Mata ki Chai is a historical part of MANIT college life.
Drishtant is our literary society, TPO is our placement cell and I was a part of the Editorial Board as well.
This post is dedicated to MANIT, it's students and friends.

14 comments:

sHoe sTrINGz said...

whos the real girl..??

sunny said...

MANIT rocks n so do you!!! :))

zuko said...

The real girl is that only beta, kabhie aao to milate hain

zuko said...
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sHoe sTrINGz said...

hmm tu bhi aakhir aashiq nikla...

zuko said...

faale shoe string, jasba aashiqui se hi aata hai

Ananya's Quill said...

Hmmm...Must say... this was beautiful. very touchy! Ahem ahem...somebody's very hidden personal side!
Wow, ur passion for ur coll definately shows. keep writin buddy, u do a great job always (",)...

zuko said...

Well, MANIT is like that...
Although i don't have a copy of what i wrote in that fest, it is lost :((
Anyone having any idea about it, kindly contact me.
Suitable rewards shall be given ;)

So what if i am boring!! said...

Very touching yaar...
Love the short poem..
Btw..the baeutiful naughty etc eyes are metaphorical for what part/quality of Manit?

komal said...

hw romantic pathik ;)

zuko said...

@sonal
Well, it has to be the college atm ;)
The hindi poem is from a poet, kumar vishwas, he is gaining a huge popularity nowdays among engineering students :)
@komal
thanku thanku thanku :)
HArd to convince the world I can be like that :)

nitya said...

Hey ,Pathik... u created a suspense all over the blog n ended with MANIT huh....well nice 1 :)

tridoshanjay said...

...i remember that letter........

Vijay said...

really beautiful loveletter boss.....

It was really engrossing until the last lines were disclosed...but those lines made it far more meaningful and emotional....thanks boss for just this wonderful piece of creativity....