Skip to main content

मतलब






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 


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

2022 - A Year of Hope

 "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...

याद

जख्म दिल में थे, आंखों से बह गए, कुछ अरमान मेरे अधूरे ही रह गए। साथ रहेंगे सदा वो इतना कह गए, पर नसीब के महल पहले ही ढह गए, और यादों के सहारे हम अकेले ही रह गए। अब जब याद ही साथ रह गए हैं तो उन्हे समेट कर रख लेता हूं। अब जब नसीब ही हार गए है, तो उन्हे बदल कर चख लेता हूं। अब जब साथ ही छूट गए हैं, तो उन्हे भूल कर देख लेता हूं। अब जब अरमान ही अधूरे रह गए हैं, तो उन्हे पलट के देख लेता हूं। अब जब दिल के जख्म दिख गए हैं, तो उनके लहू से लिख लेता हूं। -मनीष कुमार टिंकू

Tight Slap

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...