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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