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 I am pleased, not by the voice of rain, but by the joys of vain. I am charmed, not by the girls of Spain, but by the pearls of Bahrain. I am astonished, not by the paintings of Hussain, but by the writings of Mark Twain, I am depressed,  not by the size of pain, but by the noise of brain. I am worried, not by the speed of train, but by the need of grain. I am alarmed, not by the turbulence of plane, but by the clearance of terrain. I am troubled, not by the opening of drain but by the darkening of stain. I am frightened, not by the highness of mountain, but by the dryness of fountain. but I am still thrilled, not by the bottle of champagne, but by the battle of campaign. -Manish Kumar Tinku

दो आंखें बोल रहीं हैं सब, सौ दरिया खोल रहीं हैं अब, जब गरीबी दिखा रही हो करतब, फिर दही जलेबी का क्या मतलब? जब रोटी कपड़ा ही हो मज़हब, फिर मंदिर मस्ज़िद का क्या मतलब? जब दो वक्त की रोटी न हो साहब, फिर हीरे मोती का क्या मतलब? जब चैन सुकून ही हो गायब, फिर ईश्क-जुनून का क्या मतलब? - मनीष कुमार टिंकू 

A part of my life that stays very quiet has so much to say but only in private It ushers into loneliness with its spirit crushed longing for tranquillity like a flower untouched A part of my life that sometimes gets lost in the glariness of the pretence at zero cost It loses all cash and doesn't care about time, uncovers itself to the most vulnerable crime. A part of my life that is no longer a part now never wanted though it happened somehow It happened to be the worst nightmare that came true and gave me a life which I can only wish to undo. A part of my life that now has aims and ambitions to unfold the myths of some old customs and traditions It studies and digs into histories and pasts to know why humans are born alike in different castes. A part of my life that works too hard, toils for bread and boils the heart, It stays hungry and foolish all-day only to make my dad proud one day. A part of my life that desires to write in a space that stays eternal and bright. It enters th...

हे पार्थ अब रुक मत  उठा शीश अब झुक मत  अतुल्य कला मत रख अंदर, तू पृथापुत्र तेरे पिता पुरंदर। है चट्टानों सा तेरा सीना, बाणों के वेग को तूने छीना। गाण्डीव का आवाहन करना, है उनसे पहले तुझे खुद से लड़ना। क्यूँ समझे तू उसे संबंधी? अधर्मी से किया जो संधि वो तेज प्रतापी महापुरुष थे? जो रोक सके न रण पौरुष से। मत कह बंधु अपने दुश्मन को, जो टोक सके न दुस्साशन को, जब पांचाली का उसने चीर हरा, देख रहा था समस्त सभा बस मूक खड़ा। उस सभा में तेरे गुरुजन भी थे, दुष्ट दुस्साशन और दुर्योधन भी थे, महाज्ञानी गुरु द्रोण भी थे, कुछ बोले न वो मौन ही थे।  वहीं सभा में थे भीष्म पितामह    जिनके   मुख से निकला ना आह, जब पौत्र-वधु थी विलाप रही माधव का नाम बस जाप रही। क्षण शेष नहीं अब विजय में है, क्या अब भी तू संसय मे है? उ ठा गांडीव कर प्रहार तू अधर्मियों का कर संघार तू  धर्म का रख फिर नीव नया बन कर्मयोगी, तू अब छोड़ दया  क्यों है विकल जब कृष्ण हैं सारथि, कर ले विजय अब कुरु की धरती।                      ...

मेरे तो, सावन थे तुम, बिन बादल बरसात किए बहार जो लाते थे, मेरे तो, यौवन थे तुम,  पावन पुष्प पुलकित कर पल में, फुहार जो लाते थे, मेरे तो, मनभावन थे तुम,  परम प्रेम प्रमाणित किए बिन जो प्यार जताते थे, मेरे तो, आँगन थे तुम, तेज़ तरुण तुलसी से जो घर-बार सजाते थे, मेरे तो, माधव थे तुम, रात्रि रोज राधा रानी संग जो रास रचाते थे, मेरे तो, प्रारभ थे तुम, निर्मल निश्छल निरूपण मन के पास जो लाते थे, मेरे तो, अंजन थे तुम, नव नयन नभ अयन से बहकर जो निबंध बन जाते थे।   तेरे तो, मनोरंजन थे हम, अमुक अज्ञात अविरल अज्ञान के अश्रु से अंजुली भर आते थे। -मनीष कुमार टिंकू   

इंसानियत का कोई धर्म नहीं, इंसानो में भेद करना उनका कर्म नहीं, किसी दिन कोई गरीब भूख से मरे कहीं, फिर रहे इंसानियत में कोई शर्म नहीं। बेहद गरीबी की कोई सरहद नहीं, दो रोटी जो बाँट दो, तो होगी कम बरकत नहीं, दो मुल्कों में हो गर इतनी नफरत नहीं, न रहे कोई गरीब, कोई सरहद और दहशत कहीं। मिटा कर देखो उन लकीरों को कभी, मिल कर तोड़ दो जंजीरो को सभी, किसी दिन जो चाँद से मिलें ज़मीं,  न रहें कोई मुल्क, हो शिकवे-गिले नहीं।  -मनीष कुमार टिंकू 

सब कहते हैं, तुम कोई हूर नहीं, मामूली सी हो, कोई मशहूर नहीं। मैं कहता हूँ कि उनका कोई कसूर नहीं, किसी ने देखा ही नहीं मेरी नज़रों से, तेरे चेहरे का वो नूर कभी।  है दोनों जहाँ में न तुमसा कहीं,  हूरों से भी ज्यादा तुम हो हसीं।   सब कहते हैं कि तुम एक झूठा सपना हो, मिथ्या हो, तुम तो बस एक कल्पना हो।  मैं कहता हूँ की सपने भले ही झूठें हों, मुझसे अपने भले ही रूठें हों, कुछ उलटे - सीधे सवाल भी उठें हों,  क्या झूठ है वो मुस्कान मेरी, जब-जब साथ मेरे तुम बैठे हो? है साथ हमारा आज नहीं, हो सात जन्म के बाद सही।  एक दिन जब तुम आजाओगी, सबको सच्चाई बतलाओगी।  प्यास मेरी जो अधूरी होगी, तुम आसुंओ से अपनी बुझाओगी। जब अंतिम सबर भी टूटेगा, मैं रौद्र रुप दिखलाऊंगा। फिर भी सवाल जो फूटेगा, उस दिन सबको बतलाऊंगा -  हो कथा मेरी, तुम व्यथा नहीं, तुम "सत्या" हो, कोई मिथ्या नहीं। मैं हूँ मलंग, तुम सत्संग मेरी, मैं हूँ प्रसंग,  तुम जंग मेरी। दिवाली की "ज्योति" हो तुम,  होली की हो रंग मेरी। तुम हूर नहीं, हो हीर मेरी, हूँ राँझा मैं, तुम पीर मेरी अबआजाओ बन तक़दीर मेर...

फिर किसी मोड़ पे शायद हम मिलें कभी, उस मोड़ पे जहाँ मिलते हैं अजनबी सभी।  उन अधूरी बातों का करूँ ज़िक्र तुमसे, जो घंटों बैठ किया था बेफ़िक्र तुमसे।  कुछ रह गया था बाकी मुझमें, क्या वो तुम थी या मेरे अधूरे सपने? छोड़ गयी थी मुझे अकेला बीच भंवर में  तेरी खातिर बना हूं छैला , अपनी आँखें मीच सँवर मैं।  फिर उन बागों में हम साथ चलें, जहाँ पहली दफ़ा दो हाँथ मिलें।   उन हांथो को फिर चुम सकूँ, मजनू बनकर फिर झूम सकूँ।   फिर कभी ना जाने दूँ तुझको मैं,   बस तेरा बन जाने दूँ खुद को मैं।  क्या मेरे बिखरे ख्वाबों को समेट सकोगी फिर? उम्मीदों के फूल खिलेंगे या बंजर खेत करोगी फिर? -मनीष कुमार टिंकू 

तुझसे मिलना भी अब सपना सा है, जो तुझसे मिलता है, क्या कोई अपना सा है? तुझे सोच कर अब भी चेहरे पे आती है "मुस्कान", जो तुझसे सोच न मिले, तो क्या हो जाऊं अनजान ? तुझे अब भी संभाल  कर रखा है किताबों के बीच, जो तुझसे कांटे हैं मिले, क्यों मिलें उन गुलाबों को सींच? तुझसे कहना मैं चाहता हूँ दिल की बात, जो तुझसे कह देता, तो क्या होती वो आख़िरी मुलाक़ात ? तुझे अब भी देख लेता हूँ, मैं बंद आँखों के पार, जो तुझे मैं भले ही न दिखूँ , क्यूँ मुझे है दिखती तू लाखों के पार? तुझे वादा किया था न भूलने का कभी , जो न भूलूँ तो क्या आओगी मिलने तोड़कर बंधन सभी? -मनीष कुमार टिंकू

My dear soulmate Sorry, I made you wait Late night on Sundays While watching those old plays Leaving the chat midways Forgetting your birthdays Skipping those 'okays' Ignoring you always Sorry, I made you sob For a worthless job That never was mine I lost my lifeline  For family's guideline with societal constraints and their petty complaints that grew your hates  and closed all gates Sorry, I broke your heart untied the knot and tore it apart Sorry, I never gave a thought that one 'not' would later pain a lot enough to die on spot Dying is simple, living is hard as hard as looking at your wedding card arranged in colours, bright and starred I am sorry my dear love, I kept my passion prior and above I chose my family over your love I didn't face them and kept silent thereof I left you halfway  but didn't get rid of  your memories,  I am cursed with agonies  that has no remedies please, hate me but not as enemies can't change the reality with these sorrie...

When the brain inside debates  When the storm inside abates When sleepless night assassinates When the past creeps in and investigates When ego surrenders and guilt arrests When memories walk past but time awaits When every thought inside procrastinates When fear dies and tear evaporates When utopia hides behind society's gates When fate says you are not mates When dilemma stays like a mistress When the heart plays in distress When her absence still affects When your dream disconnects When your own love suspects When you lose nerve and frown on your defects When you break down and hurt yourselves When you succumb but nobody helps. -Manish Kumar Tinku

 "Foggy, 13 Degree Celcius, AQI - 174"  is what I had been staring at on my mobile screen for the past few minutes while thinking of what to write and where to start. I had never thought of writing seriously until now. It's not a new year resolution but will keep trying and improving in the coming days. Well, if it is to start let me begin from the 1st second of the new year. My phone flashed suddenly at 12 because of continuous messages from friends, family members, relatives, acquaintances and some hibernators who wake up once a year just to remind us of their presence in our lives.  It's the first day of 2022 and a long winter night still awaits ahead of the rising sun that will once again witness our planet complete another revolution around it. (Around 4.6 Billion times) Soon after both hands of the clock hit the 12th mark there is a sudden warmth in the atmosphere. The sound of firecrackers outside, music @DJ night from distant localities and murmurs of people w...

Love marriages in traditional societies with orthodox beliefs can be compared with examination. In life, you always have more than one option but sometimes one of those options are mandatory to choose. You have limited time to decide and conclude but that time duration becomes the most difficult hours of your life, specially when you know that what you want is not what you'll get. When you are in such a difficult situation, the whole world seems to be an examination hall and every person around you looks like an examiner. In that exam, you are supposed to write your answers according to your teacher's notes. Even if you do not agree with their points and ideas yet you are bound to write the same answer and keep on repenting on your decision whole life. On the day of your result you do not hold any expectation because those answers written there were not your own. They were just a version of someone else's idea. Life seems difficult when some instructions in examination or l...

The effect of heavy doses of caffeine and steam bath for three continuous days to keep me awake was fading away and I was unable to overcome my sleeplessness anymore. Also, there existed a strong headache that didn't let me sleep peacefully. Enduring every bit of a heavy headache I got ready to drive again. Racing against my will, I was driving forcibly towards an unknown destination on a Saturday at midnight as if I wanted to get away from someone or something forever. After about half an hour, I stopped by a medical store and parked my bike near the steps. I could barely look around to see what was happening. With a blurry vision full of drowsiness, I went up to the counter and asked for ibuprofen (an over-the-counter generic medicine for headache). The chemist was a young skinny guy. He was shorter in height, would have been an undergrad student possibly. He was wearing a white apron and seemed to be super busy with a prescription in his hand. He was all alone and searching medi...

  It is a dark summer night, with 86% humidity and low wind speed and I can be sure  with static trees leaves around me that the weather is not so cool. I am sitting in my 2ft x 8ft balcony with a laptop and a black "magic coffee" mug half full with a coffee latte, writing my blog. Last night at this time I was sitting inside a train full of people within a typical Indian railway's chaotic sleeper class coach. Despite so much noise and madness, I was silently gazing steadily and intently outside the window. It was dark and I could only see lights faintly coming from distant villages at the edge of plain fields. I was so lost in my thoughts that those noises were involuntarily getting saved in my subconscious mind. Winds kept refreshing my facial dust while I was pondering on some random thoughts that were coming directly from a fictitious factory inside my cerebrum. I was travelling back from my hometown and along with my luggage, I was also carrying a huge load of respon...

Taking a deep breath and peeping into the inkling of creative writers. Writing my first blog with great excitement and equal expectations.  It is a world where everyone is busy with their imagination and creativity, formulating their thoughts into words and making their abstract notion visible to the rest of the world. Like everyone around me, my journey also begins here with my creative signals and witty wriggles.  Becoming a part of this world makes me feel like a newborn who is ready to open his eyes for the first glance.