Manoj Kumar Srivastava

एक खामोशी, एक चीख़, बेज़ुबान अल्फ़ाज़।

What purpose will I serve if I am made the way I am? What does HE want me to do if He has made me the way I am. Incomplete! Am I total waste? Drag on the society? Why did He create me shorn of all the abilities? Why should I live? I will ask my Lord and complain about the injustice. With all my infirmities how can I serve my Lord? These are the questions that plague our mind when we see the world around us. So perfect! And then we lament upon our imperfections. The poet asks these questions. Then he ventures towards a possible answer. Read...

It's rainy season folks. Cloud in this poem, as I have pointed out, has been treated as a child. Like a child it plays across the vales, dances on the trees. Children are always a source of joy and happiness and so is the cloud.

This is the third and the concluding poem of the trilogy, "Fettered Memories". Relationships are formed to give impetus to life. Alas! When they are broken, the life doesn't just stop there. It goes a step or two back. Situation is like gathering the broken pieces of glass. When you gather the pieces, the place may look clean. But a piece or two generally pierces your fingers, leaving you hurt. Wounds heal but memories remain. Fettered Memories!

This is the second poem of the trilogy, "Fettered Memories". Relationships are formed to give impetus to life. Alas! When they are broken, the life doesn't just stop there. It goes a step or two back. Situation is like gathering the broken pieces of glass. When you gather the pieces, the place may look clean, but a piece or two generally pierces your fingers, leaving you hurt. Wounds heal but memories remain. Fettered Memories!

This is the first poem of the trilogy, "Fettered Memories". Relationships are formed to give impetus to life. Alas! When they are broken, the life doesn't just stop there. It goes a step or two back. Situation is like gathering the broken pieces of glass. When you gather the pieces, the place may look clean, but a piece or two generally pierces your fingers, leaving you hurt. Wounds heal but memories remain. Fettered Memories!

The poet is pained by the present scenario, where he finds many things wrong. He is sad about it. He refuses to sing songs of loves and lovers.

मेरा लेख उन सभी किशोर-किशोरियों और युवक-युवतियों के लिए है, जो अपनी ज़िंदगी से तंग आ चुके हैं। कुछ का परेशानी का आलम तो ये है कि वो अपनी ज़िंदगी समाप्त कर देना चाहते हैं। आप की ज़िंदगी है, मन करे तो समाप्त कर दीजिए। पर, ऐसा करने से पहले क्या आपको उनसे पूछना नहीं चाहिए?

बुढ़ापे का इश्क़, वो भी अपनी बेटी की उम्र की लड़की के साथ। शायद ही इससे बड़ी मूर्खता कोई होगी। मुझे भी ये पता चला। खैर, कभी-कभी प्रकृति भी जीवन का पाठ कठोरता से सिखाती है। ये वाक़या भी कुछ ऐसा ही है।

This is a humorous poem. Poet wonders why Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch water. They should have gone somewhere lower in altitude. So the poet thinks and thinks and suddenly gets the idea. Oh! This is why they went up there. Why? Read the poem.