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A Part of my life

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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 the literary realm with the freedom

that has a flair for art and musical rhythm.

A part of my life that loves to travel

and learn how some mysteries unravel.

It lives in the present and gathers few memories,

that lives forever and fills up my inner treasuries.


A part of my life that again seeks friendship,

and plan a reunion for an unplanned trip

It wishes to relive with a family away from home

who were strangers but will never again be unknown.


A part of my life that wishes to dance in joy,

always wanting like a child to play and enjoy

It misses the solace that only was in childhood

with no duty or burden, a life that was so good. 



                                                                                                                -Manish Kumar Tinku


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