StoryBooksMania

Never Quit Writing: Beginner Tips | Writing Journal

2025-12-26T19:23:00.001+05:30

Hello fellow writers😊,
This is a small note for you all, especially for the new writers or the beginners who are passionate about writing but are confused and tired.

Hi, I’m Mankum, and in today’s post, I want to talk about something that almost every writer—especially beginners—struggles with, but rarely talks about openly.

Confusion😕

Yes.
Confusion about life.
Confusion about dreams.
Confusion about what to write, how to write, and when to write.

But, tell me, are you a robot that you don't have this confusion?

No! So, confusion is not a big deal.

Sometimes our mind is full of ideas—plots, poems, articles, stories—but there is no clear plan to execute them. We create everything in our head, we curate it carefully, and then suddenly… it vanishes. That moment is frustrating. Irritating. Almost exhausting.

And if you’re a writer, you know exactly what I mean.

Right?

Oh yes, because I also face all these, even after 8 years of continuous writing.

So all I want to say is—don't chase everything.

Here are some pointers for you:

- You’re Not Alone in This😊

Yes.

Every creative person—writers, artists, musicians, even entrepreneurs—gets stuck at some point. Having too many thoughts and too little clarity is just part of the journey.

Sometimes we get tired of thinking.

Sometimes we have too much to do but no direction.

Sometimes we feel motivated, and sometimes completely blank.

That’s normal.

That’s part of the process.

- I’m a Beginner Too (Even After 8 Years)🪴

I’ve been in this field for around eight years, writing something almost every day—stories, thoughts, philosophies, plans, or even unfinished ideas. I haven’t mastered it, but I haven’t left it either.

Because I love writing.

I love observing the world.

I love capturing stories in my mind.

I love creating—even when it feels exhausting.

Many may not understand or appreciate it. That’s fine. Writing isn’t about recognition. It’s about staying with your craft. Slowly, steadily, day by day.

Writing is not a one-day task or a single-effort achievement. Sometimes it takes years and years, and then someday it turns into something beautifully magical.

For a writer, the only thing that truly matters is to write.

Writing doesn’t always have to be hectic—it’s a beautiful process meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes you create, and sometimes you simply pause and breathe.

- The Real Struggle of Writers: Time🕐

One of the biggest struggles for writers is time.

Life moves fast, and if writing isn’t your full-time job, it can feel impossible to keep up. Some days you have energy, some days none. Some days are overflowing with ideas, others are blank.

That’s when beginners feel like quitting.

But don’t.

Writing will never become a burden if it comes from love.

- For Writers Who Always Feel Like Beginners😇

Even experienced writers often feel like beginners. The heart of a writer is fragile yet resilient—it holds emotions, thoughts, and stories in a delicate balance.

If you feel like giving up because of self-doubt, lack of time, or pressure—pause, take breaks, explore other things—but never abandon writing completely.

Listen, writing chooses you. And that’s a gift. It’s not always about success or recognition. Sometimes it’s simply about being alive in your own world of words.

Even when writers don’t have ideas, they are searching for one.

- Keep It Simple, Just Start💫

New writers often ask: Where do I begin? How? What should I write?

Here’s my advice:

Grab a notepad on your phone, or a pen and paper.
Don’t aim for perfection. Aim for honesty and completion.
Start small. Even 100 words a day matter.

The key is consistency and sincerity. That’s all.

Your job is not to make it perfect.
Your job is to complete it—with honesty and with your whole heart.

That’s enough for you.
It really is that simple.

- Stay a Beginner, Always😃

I still consider myself a beginner.

Why? Because being a beginner keeps curiosity alive. It opens your mind to possibilities.

Confusion will come, hurdles will appear—but sometimes moving forward with confusion creates something extraordinary.

Let it work for you.

- Final Words✍

It's not that hard.

Don’t try to figure out everything at once.

Let some ideas go—but never all of them.

Some ideas are meant only for you.

So try to search for them, but don't force any.

Keep writing what you love.

Writing is addictive—it’s a sweet poison that pulls you away from reality and takes you to your own world.

Be creative.

Be patient.

Be a writer.

That's the overall formula.

I hope you loved this post.

I believe you’re going to create something amazing very soon.

And if you’d like to share it, I’ll be happy to read it.

If this helped you in any way, I’d truly love to hear about it—so don’t stop yourself from writing about your experience. It genuinely makes me feel good to know that it helped.

Tell me—what’s going on in your mind right now?

And what would you like me to write about next?

Until then, write with heart, write consistently, write bravely.

The Wall Flower: A Short Story on Blooming Against All Odds

2025-11-23T08:06:00.002+05:30

Some stories teach us about life. Others teach us about survival. This is a story about both—about existing, and even thriving, when the world offers nothing but resistance. It’s a tale of quiet courage, and of the profound beauty that can grow in the most unexpected places.

This is the journey of a flower that bloomed against all odds. Born not in soft soil, but from the cracks of a broken cement wall, surrounded by noise, dust, and struggle. Yet, it still found the light. It still chose to bloom.

This is a powerful reminder of resilience in nature—and in ourselves.

Read the Story: "The Wall Flower"

A seed began its life tucked deep within a broken seam of an old cement wall—part of a half-ruined house on a crowded, restless street. The walls were cracked and tired, holding themselves up out of stubborn habit rather than strength.

Somehow, the seed found its way into that narrow gap. Carried by a bird or the wind, it settled in a bed of dust and crumbling cement. And there, in the darkness, it made a decision: it would try to live.

Growing wasn't easy. It was a lesson in overcoming adversity from the very start.

The young plant faced everything against it. The peak of summer sun burned fiercely, baking the wall into a furnace. Below, the road shook with the constant roar of traffic, each passing vehicle threatening to shake the wall apart. The air was thick with endless honking and engine noise.

Some days, there was no rain, and the little stem shriveled with thirst. On others, water would trickle into the crack, offering just enough to survive. Sometimes, violent storms would pound the wall, and the plant feared it would be washed away entirely.

Still, it held on.

No one noticed. This was an invisible struggle—a quiet battle without witnesses.

But one morning, a change arrived.

A small bud appeared, tender and green. And then, at last, the flower bloomed.

It opened its petals—a bright, defiant pink against the wall's dull grey. A tiny miracle in plain sight. For the first time, the flower could see the world it had fought so hard to join.

The cement wall became its lookout; the busy street, its stage.

It watched the morning rush unfold. A mother pulled her sleepy daughter, promising ice cream after school. Children raced on bicycles, their bells ringing. A little boy dragged his feet, a shoe bag slung over his shoulder, each step a silent protest.

The samosa vendor filled the air with the scent of hot oil. A crowd gathered at the tea stall for their first cup of the day. A shopkeeper swept dust from his entrance. Someone lit incense, performing a small aarti as they opened their shop shutters.

Then, chaos. A car and a rickshaw, locked in the narrow lane. Voices raised, horns blared, traffic snarled. But then, something else: strangers stepped in, mediated, and helped untangle the mess. The road cleared. Life moved on.

From a nearby beauty parlour, an old Lata Mangeshkar song from the 90s floated into the street, a soft piece of memory woven into the noise. The flower listened, still and curious.

So many lives. So many moments. All in one morning.

Later, it saw a young fruit vendor stumble. His basket flipped, scattering oranges across the ground. He looked utterly defeated. But then, the butcher from the corner shop—a man famous for his scowl—walked over and, without a word, began gathering the fruit. A simple, unexpected act of kindness in unexpected places. Just a nod. A moment of grace.

By noon, warm laughter erupted. Two old men shared a single glass of tea on their usual bench, their joy cutting through the afternoon heat. The flower didn't need to understand their words to feel their contentment.

As the sun softened, a little girl stopped below the wall. Unbothered by the noise, she bent down and picked up a shard of broken glass. She turned it in her hand, captivated by how it caught the fading orange light. Gently, she placed it at the base of the wall, as if it were a treasure.

Then she looked up.

For the first time, the flower felt truly seen.

The girl’s eyes widened. She whispered, soft as a secret, “Wow.”

She saw beauty in broken things. She understood, without being told, that life finds a way.

As evening settled, the street grew quiet. Lamps were lit at food stalls, traffic thinned, and voices softened. The flower felt its petals grow heavy, folding slightly with the coming stillness.

It had survived it all—the heat, the storms, the loneliness. It had witnessed a full day of life: people helping, hurting, laughing, and persevering.

It knew its time was short. Another sunrise, maybe three. Eventually, the wind or sun would take it, and the crack would be empty once more.

But there was no fear. No regret.

The flower had grown. It had lived.

We rise through resistance.

We bloom in the unlikeliest places.

We offer our color to the world.

And one day, we fade—making space for whatever dares to grow next.

Moral of the Story

Life is short, difficult, and beautifully unpredictable. But in every moment we choose to grow, to try again, to bring a little good into the world—that is enough. Your circumstances don't define your potential. So, bloom where you are, with what you have. Because even a single flower on a broken wall can make the world a little brighter.

When an Idea Finds You… Listen | Inspired By Elizabeth Gilbert

2025-07-13T11:52:00.001+05:30

Inspired by the wisdom of Elizabeth Gilbert

There are moments—often subtle, often quiet—when something taps gently on the door of your consciousness. It doesn’t demand. It doesn’t insist.
It whispers.

And in that whisper lies the beginning of something sacred: an idea.

In her book Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert speaks of ideas as living entities—energy forms floating around, seeking human collaborators. If an idea comes to you and you don’t act on it, it doesn’t punish you. It simply moves on. It finds someone else who’s ready to say yes.

That thought stayed with me. It felt magical… and deeply real.

🌟The Gentle Whisper

Ideas don’t usually appear in fireworks.
They arrive in quiet moments:

During a walk.
In the middle of a mundane task.
In a dream you barely remember.

They ask softly: "Will you listen?"

Most of us are too distracted to hear them. The noise of the world, the chatter in our minds, the endless scroll—it drowns out these delicate nudges.

But when we do pause—truly pause—we create the space for something extraordinary to enter.

🌟The Soul’s Knock

Imagine this: an idea stands at your doorstep.

Not banging, not yelling—just waiting.

You peek through the curtain. You sense it there.
You hesitate.
Maybe later, you say.
Maybe when I’m ready.

But here’s the truth:
If you ignore it long enough, it leaves.

Not out of spite, but purpose.
Because the idea wants to live, and it will find someone willing to bring it to life.

We’ve all had those moments—seeing someone else create what we once thought of. A product, a book, a design, a message. And we whisper to ourselves, "I had that same idea..."

Yes, you did.
But they answered the door.

🌟The Sacred Invitation

Here’s the part that truly humbles me:

“Ideas don’t choose you because you’re the best.
They choose you because you’re ready.”

Maybe not ready in the traditional sense. Not fully confident. Not with a five-year plan. But ready in spirit. Ready enough to say yes.

And that, yes—no matter how scared or small—is the beginning of co-creation.

The idea doesn’t ask you to be perfect.
It just asks you to begin.

🌟The Missed Chance

We like to believe we own ideas.
That they are ours.
But the truth is: they’re shared.
They’re communal.
They’re energy passing through.

When you hold back out of fear, self-doubt, or procrastination, the idea doesn't disappear. It waits for a while. And then it moves on.

This isn’t to guilt you. It’s a gentle reminder: honor the ideas that visit you.
Because the next time, they might not knock again.

✨Your Idea is Waiting

So here’s the invitation:

The next time an idea visits you—no matter how inconvenient or impossible it seems—pause. Breathe. Listen.

Write it down. Sketch it. Voice-note it. Begin in the smallest way possible.

Because maybe… just maybe… that idea didn’t come randomly.
Maybe it’s yours to birth.
Yours to nurture.
Yours to create.

And maybe your “yes” could change everything.

🌱Final Thought

Ideas have souls, too.
They come with a whisper.
They leave with grace.
And they return to those who believe enough to say:
“I’m ready.”

Some Tales Are Meant to Stay Until You’re Ready to Write Them | Writing Thoughts

2025-06-20T22:11:00.000+05:30

Listen, some stories reach your heart because they are meant to be written. I believe we all have some tales to share or to write. We all are, somewhere, searching for some beautiful stories—just so we can understand what the heart wants to say through them.

I believe tales are beautiful, whether written or not, because tales are a part of the universe. Whenever I see the sky changing colors, I believe each day holds a new tale. And when you feel lost in the complexities around you, I think looking at the sky—trying to understand its tale—can help you reconnect with your world.

Everyone has some words they've always wanted to write down. So if you’re wanting to write one, write it — before it becomes too late to put it on the page and bring it to life.

It’s not always necessary that there are ears to listen to your tale, but I think telling your heart is important, so it doesn't die. Not die in the literal sense, but in a way where it has nothing left to feel.

Writing my books always makes me feel happy, happy in a way where my heart feels like it belongs. Like, I know where I am supposed to be. There’s no place more beautiful than this one. A happy place is not outside. Love is not outside. Fulfillment is not outside. What lies outside is only the basic needs—food, money, and luxury. But to live from within, to feel from within, is not possible through external things.

Listen—when you feel unanswered, confused, or clueless, just stop for a little while. Let your heart slow its pace and rest. Close your eyes and feel into your heart. You’ll feel a depth within. That’s what really lies inside us. That’s what keeps the core alive.

Can I ask you something?

Have you ever spent time with nature, under the sky?

How did you feel on a hot day, when the clouds suddenly arrived, and it rained so much that the air felt breathable and light again?

Hey, have you ever watched the clouds after the rain?

Have you ever been searching for an idea, and suddenly, just by looking at the sky, you found it?

How does it feel, watching the moon on a dark night, just breathing?

And when there’s no moon—just a sky full of stars—how do you feel?

How do you feel when you witness a beautiful early morning, or a cloudy day, or a sunny moment in the coldest part of summer, or the first snowfall?

Did you feel something new?

Did you smile?

Did an idea arrive?

Did you discover a new tale?

Listen—life isn’t going to stop and hand you chances. You have to take them. You have to bring your ideas to life—the ones your soul has been waiting to work on.

You know, I’m stuck between the pages of a story I’ve been trying to write for years. Every year, I hope this will be the year it gets completed. Some years, I pause. Some years, I start again. Some years, I complete a first draft. And in some, I rewrite everything to try and make it a masterpiece.

But I’m still in that place—in between the idea and the finished story. Still hoping.

And do you know what I fear?

I fear I’ll never finish it.

I fear someone else will capture it and take it away from me.

I fear I’ll be gone before I reach my destination.

There are a million fears in me—all for that one single idea, that single tale still in progress. And you know what? Every time I return to it, I fall in love with it all over again.

It’s not always possible to write. Some days, we are completely blank. Some days, we overflow with ideas. And some days, we’re just neutral—numb, maybe.

But I always whisper to my story: “Stay with me. Don’t go. Not until I complete this promise. Not until we finish.”

I don’t know why I’m sharing this, but I just want to say—hey, we all have tales inside us. Some are wild. Some are childlike. But they’re ours. They live in our soul like babies, and we must care for them. Be responsible. Be mature. And sometimes, become a child again, so you can ask the questions that lead to the answers you need to finish the journey.

We’re all just unfinished stories.

These tales inside us—they can be anything. A writer’s idea. A musician’s melody. A photographer’s captured moment. A startup dream. A cook’s journey.

Everyone has a tale.

We may not know if we’ll finish our tale, but we must keep it close. Keep it alive. Remind it every day: “I won’t leave you alone. I’ll try. Even if just a little bit.”

Because we can—if we want.

And when you feel unclear or undirected, just look at the sky. Search for the tale the world is giving you today. Or look around. Find one.

Because we’re all a part of a tale.

And we’re all just trying to write it.

😊💫🌝💛

A Good Companion: Music, the Medium of Beautiful Discoveries

2025-06-04T21:02:00.001+05:30

Sometimes, we long for the light to find us — the kind of light that reaches us in a way nothing else can. And when it doesn’t, there’s something else that still manages to reach us, something that helps us rediscover ourselves with beauty and peace.

Yes, there is something we turn to when we find ourselves completely lost — in moments of deep doubt, distractions, confusion, and the loud, harsh noise of the world. And when we go there, we realize that there is no companion quite as comforting and true as the one we call music.

Am I right?

Have you ever felt it?

The way music enters your ears and goes straight to your soul?

The way it vibrates through your bones as if it knows every unspoken emotion within you?

Sometimes, when the world feels too loud or too silent, good music arrives like a quiet friend. It doesn’t demand. It doesn’t question. It just stays. In that stillness, we begin to find ourselves again — softly, slowly, beautifully.

I’m writing this not just as a listener, but as someone who has been found by music in moments when I didn’t even know I was searching. I believe the creators of good music deserve to know how deeply their creations matter. That their art doesn’t just fill silence — it fills lives.

When I write, I find music sitting beside me, like a muse whispering inspiration.

When I stare at the sky in stillness, music is there too — watching the stars with me, sharing that vastness.

When I travel through meadows or quiet roads, music becomes the wind that dances with my thoughts. When I seek stories, music brings characters to life, turning imagination into vivid encounters.

Good music is that rare companion — one who stays in your:

moments of self-discovery
times of confusion
spaces of creativity
pauses of simply breathing
silent hopes of being found

It melts into your heart, flows through your veins, and glows quietly from within — like stardust lighting up your being. Good music is just like the early rays of the sun: soothing, peaceful, healing.

It is a story, a poem, a life, a tale, a discovery.

It is the amplifier of every other beautiful discovery.

“Good music is just the good companion. It stays with you in your moments — moments of self-discovery, in your paths of hardship, in your time of doubts and distractions, in your moments of creativity, in your moments of simply just breathing, in all those moments when you are wanting to search for something or just want to be searched for. Good music is that beautiful companion that enters through the ears to melt into your heart, so it can spread through your veins and glitter within — helping you see long enough with beauty and peace. Good music is just like the rays of the early sun, soothing and peaceful. Good music is in itself a story, a poetry, a life, a tale, a discovery — and good music is the amplifier to explore many more beautiful discoveries.”

There is beauty in all forms of creativity — but there’s something truly magical about good music. It’s rare. It’s sacred. It’s worth the quest.

When lyricists find it, it becomes medicine for the ears.
When dancers move to it, it becomes the soul of their steps.
When writers hear it, new worlds are born.
When storytellers feel it, their voices reach deeper places.

Music isn’t just an art form. It is a language of the universe — from the rustling leaves to the singing birds, from cosmic vibrations to the quiet rhythm of our hearts. Music is life itself, echoing all around and within us.

And let’s not forget — there’s a difference between just music and good music. Good music is like pixie dust — it’s rare, magical, and made to remind us that beauty still exists, waiting to be heard.

So, to those reading this:

If you’ve ever felt music this way — held by a melody, or healed by a harmony — I hope you recognize the magic of this companion.

Thank you for reading. I truly hope this blog post brings my feelings closer to yours.

I’d love to know — what kind of music speaks to your soul? Share your favorites in the comments.

Keep exploring beautiful music. Keep seeking beauty.

And always, always — keep listening to good music.

Far From The Sight | A Journey With The Inner Child | A Poetry Of Being Found

2025-06-01T13:20:00.005+05:30

Some poems don’t ask to be written—they just arrive. Quietly, slowly, from a place inside we don’t always visit. This is one of those poems.

It came from that small, tender space we all carry somewhere inside us. The space where the inner child still lives—the one who once believed someone would come. Someone strong, kind, and certain. Someone to take their hand, walk beside them, and lead them through the storm.

This poem is about that child. The one who still waits.

Even after all the growing up, all the knowing better.

Even after learning that sometimes… no one comes.

It’s about the quiet kind of heartbreak—the kind that doesn’t scream or shatter, but just stands there, holding on, hoping. Still.

And maybe if you're here, reading this, you know that feeling too. Maybe a part of you has been standing in that same place.

This poem is for that part.

The soft, forgotten one.

Still waiting. Still believing. Still looking for the hand that never came.

Let me take you into this quiet space—this poetic feeling.

✨Poetry - Far From The Sight✨

Far from the sight,

Far from the real,

Far from the truth,

I see a little girl—

Standing alone

In the meadows,

Looking up

At the wild sky.

Thunder growls.

Clouds roll heavy and dark.

The storm is coming.

Still, she stands.

Far from the sight,

That little girl—

Fists clenched tight,

As if inside her hands

She holds a seed,

A trembling thing—

A little hope.

Far from the sight,

She waits.

So small.

So afraid.

Waiting for a superhero

To come

And carry her away.

And I’m wandering,

Because who will tell her?

Who—

Who will tell her

That this is just the illusion of dawn,

That the storm is not waiting.

It’s already here.

And she is standing

Right in the middle of it.

The finger she wants to hold—

It’s not there.

And I—

I am far.

Too far to offer it.

Far from the sight,

I can still see

That little girl.

In all of us, there is a quiet child who waits—sometimes in hope, sometimes in silence. This poem is a reminder of that delicate part of ourselves that holds onto belief, even when the world feels heavy and the storms feel endless.

Though no one may come to carry us away, there is strength in simply standing, breathing, and facing the storm. Healing often begins with noticing that child inside, offering patience and gentle kindness.

If this poem has stirred something within, may it be a soft invitation to hold onto hope, even in the darkest moments. To remember that every small seed of faith, no matter how fragile, carries the possibility of light.

You are not alone. You are seen. You are enough.

I hope this poetry touches you in some way. I’d love to hear your thoughts—please feel free to share your reflections or feelings in the comments below.

Do You Have the Courage? | A Creative Wake-Up from Big Magic

2025-05-24T10:54:00.004+05:30

Hello, creative souls!

Welcome to the very first post in my new blog segment, Between the Pages, where I’ll be sharing some of the most soulful, inspiring, and powerful lines I’ve come across in the books I read. Not full reviews—just the magical moments that deserve to be revisited and resurfaced.

And what better way to begin than with the book that changed everything for me?

💫 My First Creative Love: Big Magic

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert isn’t just a book—it’s a companion. It’s the first book I truly fell in love with, and it continues to inspire me every time I return to it. It gave me the courage to begin crafting my very first book, and more importantly, the bravery to share my work with the world.

This book is my creative heartbeat.

✨ The Line That Changed Me

“Do you have the courage? Do you have the courage to bring forth this work? The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say yes.”
(Page 7)

These words appear early in the book—and they stopped me in my tracks. It felt like Elizabeth Gilbert was speaking directly to me (and maybe to you too). If you’ve ever hesitated to follow a creative calling, this book wraps around you like a warm, persistent voice whispering: You’re meant to do this. Go.

🌱 Creative Living, Defined

In the chapter “Creative Living, Defined” Gilbert asks a powerful question:

“Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?”

She writes that the universe has planted rare and beautiful jewels inside each of us, and it is our task—our privilege—to discover them. This process of uncovering what’s inside us, of seeking and expressing our inner gifts, is what she calls creative living.

But to begin that journey, to hunt for those treasures, we must first be brave. We must say yes to the adventure. And when we do, that’s when the real magic happens—the Big Magic.

🔍 Why This Matters

Gilbert doesn’t just talk about writing or art. She talks about courage, fear, resistance, and the powerful act of choosing a life led by curiosity instead of fear. Her words are for anyone navigating creativity, doubt, or the search for purpose.

She reminds us that creative living is about asking:

What lights me up?
What makes me feel alive?
What is trying to emerge from inside me?

🌟 My Takeaway

We’re all here with something to discover. Some hidden truth, a talent, a purpose waiting to be explored. But that discovery requires courage. Not the loud, heroic kind—but the quiet, stubborn kind that shows up every day and says: I’m going to try.

If you're someone standing at the edge of your own creative path, wondering whether to begin—read Big Magic. It’s a powerful nudge, a gentle push, and a deeply honest companion for the journey.

📖 Final Thoughts

This was the first post from Between the Pages, and I hope it brought something meaningful to your day. If you’ve read Big Magic, I’d love to know what lines stood out to you. And if you haven’t yet—maybe it’s time to uncover your own hidden treasure.

Let the magic begin. Thank you for this read! Stay Amazing! Be Creative!

Explore more on StoryBooksMania.

Write It Down Before It Vanishes: A Writer’s Truth | Writing Tips

2025-05-18T22:05:00.000+05:30

Have you ever been sitting idle—maybe scrolling through your phone, staring at the ceiling, or simply daydreaming—and suddenly, without warning, a thought flashes through your mind? A perfect sentence, an image, an idea. It arrives out of nowhere, and you feel an undeniable pull to capture it.

If you’ve ever had that moment, then you already know one of the golden truths of writing:

When you feel the urge to write—write. Immediately.

Hello, lovely readers. Welcome back to another post by Mankum, where today I’m going to share just one truth I’ve come to trust more than any rule:

If something inside you wants to be written, don't wait. Write it now.

✨ Inspiration Doesn’t Wait—And Neither Should You

The thoughts that visit us aren’t always polite. They don’t ask if we’re free or if we have our laptop ready. They just show up—unpredictable, spontaneous, wild.

And when they do, if we don’t catch them, they vanish just as suddenly as they came. As Elizabeth Gilbert writes in Big Magic:

“Ideas are disembodied, energetic life-forms. They are completely separate from us, but capable of interacting with us—albeit strangely.”

She believes that ideas are looking for human partners. If they come to you and you ignore them long enough, they’ll leave—and find someone else.

So the next time an idea taps you on the shoulder, or a sentence whispers itself into your thoughts, honor it. Stop whatever you can, grab whatever tool is available—a notebook, your phone, the back of a receipt—and write.

🌀 The First Draft Is Not the Final Form

Often, what first arrives feels messy and strange. The words don’t flow perfectly. The sentences seem disconnected or even meaningless.

That’s okay. That’s normal.
Writing doesn’t begin with clarity—it begins with presence.

The act of writing in the moment isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence and permission: showing up for the idea when it calls you, not when it's convenient.

Later, you’ll have time to polish. But if you don’t write at all? That idea might be gone forever.

💬 My Own Process: The Sudden Arrival

Many times, I feel like I’m just sitting with silence. Thinking. Drifting. And then—boom—an idea arrives. Sometimes it’s a feeling. Sometimes it’s an opening line.

It doesn’t always feel like “writing time,” but I’ve learned not to question it. I reach for a notebook, my phone, anything—and I just let it out. Because I’ve missed too many moments before. I’ve waited too long. And those words? They never came back the same way.

Gilbert writes:

“If you’re alive, you’re a creative person… You do not need permission from the principal’s office to live a creative life.”

That’s a reminder I carry with me: I don’t need to wait. I don’t need a ritual. Just a pen, or a keyboard, and the courage to say yes.

📌 A Tiny Rule to Live By

So here’s the simplest, truest writing advice I can offer:

When the thought comes, write it.
When the feeling stirs, capture it.
When the words want out, let them.

Not later. Not someday. Now.

Because writers aren’t born—they are built, line by line, by moments just like this.

The Little Joy of Being Seen – A Heartfelt Note from an Unknown Writer | A Message to Supporters

2025-04-12T19:31:00.003+05:30

Hey, hi from an unknown writer.

It’s me, ManKum.

Today, I’m here to share a little piece of a feeling I call:
“The Little Joy of Being Seen.”

So, I was just going through some old blog posts — and after so many years, I stumbled across a tiny comment on one of my creations. And that little moment… it made me feel so warm. Kind of giggly, honestly.

It might sound silly or small to some, but let me show you from the perspective of an artist — someone who rarely sees their work noticed in the wild.

That small comment wasn’t just a few words. It meant so much more.
To someone who loves to create — who pours their heart into little pieces of art, writing, or ideas — those small, random acts of appreciation hit deeply.

They bring a rush of joy.
A wave of self-confidence.
A quiet reminder that maybe, just maybe, our work is something to someone.

Being an unknown writer or creator often feels like whispering into a vast, empty space, unsure if anyone will ever hear us, feel us, or see things the way we do.

And then, one day… someone does.
They read our words.
They see our art.
They use something we made.
And they feel something — and they say so.

Maybe it’s just a simple comment.
A heart emoji.
A “This really touched me.”
But to us? To those of us creating quietly from the corners of our hearts, it means everything.
It feels giggly.

It feels warm.
It feels like someone reached across the silence and gently said,
“Hey… I get you.”

And that’s not just appreciation —
That’s the connection.

To everyone out there who supports creators — even in the smallest ways — your love fuels something sacred.
It fills us with happiness, gratitude, and a sense of purpose.
It’s more than just kindness. It’s a gift.

So, from the tiny, overflowing hearts of unknown artists and writers everywhere:

Thank you.
Thank you for seeing us.
Thank you for feeling what we create.
Thank you for reminding us that this path, though quiet and unseen, is still meaningful.

We don’t need grand gestures. We don’t need fame.
All we ever really need is a little love — a bit of support from someone who truly feels what we’ve made.

Because we don’t create for numbers.
We create to connect — to show you something from our eyes, from our hearts.
And when you feel it too? That’s everything.

So here’s a big appreciation post for all of you beautiful souls who show support in any form — likes, comments, shares, or even silent reading.

Sometimes we creators find ourselves lost in doubt —
"Is this really what I’m meant to do?"

But then, we get that one message… that one moment of connection… and we remember:
Yes.
Yes, this is exactly what our heart needs to do.

Because the job of a creator is to feel deeply and share it.
And when someone else feels it too?
That’s when it becomes something real.
Something worth it.

To all the little, amazing, beautiful supporters out there —
We see you.
We appreciate you.
And you mean more than you know.

With love,
ManKum
💛

Keep Exploring STORYBOOKSMANIA.

Whispers of Ink: My Journey into the World of Words

2025-03-09T21:29:00.004+05:30

"I never knew that a day would come when words would become my entire world."

It all started when I was young. I never imagined that I would ever be a writer. My first love was art—it was my favorite hobby throughout childhood. Until the age of 12, I was deeply engrossed in sketching and painting, letting my creativity flow through colors and strokes. But slowly, without even realizing it, I stepped into the world of words.

It began with lyrics. I started crafting songs, giving them rhythm, melody, and emotion. This, in turn, led to the art of weaving shayaris, setting up story plots, and creating entire worlds through my imagination. My inspiration came from everything around me—Disney movies, the stories in our school books, and life itself. But above all, it was nature that truly became my muse. The rustling of leaves, the quiet whispers of the wind, the golden hues of sunset—all of it breathed life into my creativity, urging me to weave emotions into words.

One of my biggest inspirations came when I read "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare. I know it wasn’t the kind of story that typically inspires someone to become a writer, but for me, it was the turning point. It sparked a fire within me to craft stories that resonated with emotions, characters, and meaningful plots. Up until that moment, I had been writing stories, but I had never considered stepping into poetry. It wasn't something I thought would be my cup of tea.

However, after completing my 12th grade, I found myself with some time to explore my passions further. By then, I had countless ideas for books but struggled to figure out where to begin. After some research, I discovered Blogger and decided to use it as a platform to share my stories. But I quickly realized that Blogger was designed for blog posts, not for publishing books. Even so, I knew that before I could publish a book, I needed an audience.

That’s when I launched my blog and published my first story, titled "Luck and the Boy". It was a spontaneous creation, but once I hit that publish button, something inside me clicked. From there, storytelling became second nature.

For a while, I focused on blogging and crafting stories until I stumbled upon YourQuote, a platform that changed everything for me. YourQuote not only gave me a space to write but also introduced me to an audience who appreciated my work. I began writing quotes and motivational content, experimenting with poetry here and there. However, it wasn’t until I accepted the 365 Days, 365 Quotes challenge that my poetry journey truly began.

The process of creating poetry felt so natural, so effortless, that I never had to force it. I would simply focus on what I wanted to express, and my heart and mind would do the rest. The words would flow, weaving themselves into a piece of art without me even realizing it. Poetry became my comfort, my escape, my way of breathing life into emotions. Unlike writing lengthy stories, poetry was quick yet powerful, making me fall in love with it even more.

This love for poetry led me to publish my first Hindi poetry book, "Mausami Khat – Sardiyon Ki Kahaniyan", a reflection of my love for winter. As I continued writing, I began exploring my own thoughts and feelings more deeply. This journey resulted in another special book, "Little is the Life", a collection of poetry, musings, and phrases about life’s fleeting moments—the feeling of being lost and found, and the beauty of existence itself. This book holds a special place in my heart as it captures the essence of what poetry means to me.

I may not know much about love for people, but I surely know about love for poetry. It is my healer, my safe space, my home. People often say that great writers must read a lot of books, but for me, writing was never about reading countless pages. It was about feeling, about letting my heart lead the way. My words never felt forced; they came naturally, as if they already knew where they wanted to go. Much like nature, poetry has its own rhythm—it moves with the seasons, it breathes with the wind, and it finds a way to bloom like wildflowers in the most unexpected places.

For me, writing is effortless, just like love should be—natural, fulfilling, and unburdened. It is not something I pressure myself to do; rather, it is something that comes to me whenever I need it, whenever my soul calls for it. This love for writing has accompanied me throughout different phases of life, even as I completed college and secured a job. I never saw my passion as something that had to earn me a living; instead, I gave it the space to breathe and grow on its own terms.

Through this journey, I continued crafting poetry, which eventually led to my latest book, "Colorful Berries", with its first part titled "The Night Symphonies". This book is another testament to my deep connection with poetry, a collection that holds pieces of my soul within its verses.

So, this is how I found poetry, and this is how it became my home. A world where words embrace me, where emotions dance freely, where my heart speaks its truth, and where nature whispers endless stories waiting to be told.

And so, my journey continues... Explore my books here - Amazon Dashboard.

Colourful Berries - The Night Symphonies | Poetry Book | Moon Poetries

2025-01-25T19:47:00.001+05:30

The night is more than silence and shadows—it is a symphony of mysteries, emotions, and dreams. "Night Symphonies" captures the magic of these hours through a collection of poetic musings, celebrating the contrasts of joy and sorrow, light and darkness, and the beauty hidden within.

This is the first book in my series, Colourful Berries, reflecting the color of darkness—a shade that, though dim and blurry, holds its own magic within nature’s unique rhythm. Darkness shares the tales the world keeps hidden and crafts a space where we can discover our true selves. This poetic piece is an attempt to weave words that mirror nature in its darkest moments while illuminating the brightest world of dreams, hope, and longing.

Immerse yourself in this journey through starlit skies, whispered secrets, and melodies that linger in the quiet. Let the symphony of the night awaken the music within your soul.

Read my book Colourful Berries now available at Amazon Kindle.

Embracing Life's Uncharted Pages: A Poetic Journey in 'Till Conclusion' | Poetry On Life

2024-02-17T22:11:00.001+05:30

Hey there, fellow wanderers of life! Today, I'm thrilled to share a piece of my soul with you through the poetic lens of "Till Conclusion". Buckle up as we embark on a journey together – a journey through the twists, turns, and uncertainties that make this rollercoaster ride called life so darn captivating.

In the rhythmic dance of words, I've poured my thoughts into verses that explore the messy, beautiful, and sometimes downright perplexing tapestry of existence. "Till Conclusion" is more than just words on a page; it's a mirror reflecting the shared human experience, inviting you to see your own reflections in its lines.

Life, my friends, is a wild ride, and this poetry dives headfirst into the chaos. It's about the connections we make, the chapters we live through, and the inevitable changes that shape us. Join me in navigating the uncharted territories of time, destiny, and the stories that patiently wait to be unfolded.

As we flip through the poetic pages, let's ponder the transient nature of everything around us. Each verse is a note in the grand symphony of our lives, urging us to appreciate the highs, weather the lows, and find beauty in the mundane. The metaphorical book of life has blank pages waiting to be filled with our unique tales, and it's up to us how we wield the pen.

So, grab a metaphorical cup of coffee, settle into the cozy armchair of contemplation, and let's explore the poetry together. Because, my friends, life's a journey, and this poetry is a humble invitation to savor the moments, learn from the lessons, and embrace the uncertainty that makes it all worthwhile. Are you ready to turn the pages with me? Let's dive in!

It's a long path of nothing,

It's a long path to nowhere,

It's so foolish that whatever, whoever, is encircled,

Related, connected and is destined with time,

One day time take a turn and,

The table turns to an other side,

And some another side of stories,

Will wait to be explored and to be heard as well.

Pages will turn, new chapters come,

And the book of life goes on,

Till it doesn't reach to a conclusion,

And what this conclusion will be?

How this conclusion sounds like?

What this is supposed to convey?

All depends upon the chapters we went through,

Nothing stays,

Nothing means nothing,

It's a rough reality with actual vision,

It's the journey of nothing,

It's the journey of only just letting things come,

Can give some best notes to keep,

Some best lines to be in memories and,

Other to be taken as a lesson,

So if this is all about a single book called life,

How it is supposed to be?

What it is meant to be?

Where it should be destined to be taken?

No lines of the hand,

No fates of luck,

It's all about the reader,

It's all about the desire to turn to a new page,

Where some unknown plots are waiting,

But the book will continue,

Till it reaches the conclusion.

As we wrap up our poetic adventure in "Till Conclusion" remember: life's a wild ride, and you're the storyteller. Embrace the chaos, cherish the tunes of your journey, and paint the concluding chapters with your unique strokes. So, my friends, keep flipping those pages, dive into the unknown, and enjoy the crazy, beautiful ride. Life's conclusion? It's your canvas; make it epic!

Curious for more musings? Dive into the blog for a poetic ride! Your thoughts on "Till Conclusion" matter – share your reviews and let's unravel more tales together. 🌟✨ #LifePoetry

Hindi Poetry | Motivational Poetry | तिनका तिनका

2022-08-21T18:11:00.005+05:30

चलते रहना और खुद को संभाले रहना आसान नहीं है और कभी कभी तो बहुत मुश्किल होता है, मगर चलते रहना, आगे बढ़ते रहना, हालात चाहें जैसे हों खुद को समेटे रहने, टुकड़ों को जोड़े रहना, सपने बुनते रहना और साहस के साथ खुद पर यकीन करना बहुत जरूरी है। दुनिया में सब कुछ आसान है अगर इंसान को खुद पर यकीन है।

हर रोज एक नई सुबह होती है और उसी के साथ नए हिस्से, नए किस्से बनते हैं। रोज़ इन हिस्सों को जोड़ते जाना और थोड़ा थोड़ा खुद को रोज बुनते जाने का नाम ही जिंदगी है। बढ़ते जाने का नाम जिंदगी है क्योंकि जब हम अंत में पहुंचेंगे तो यही तिनके जुड़ चुके होंगे और एक खूबसूरत जिंदगी बना चुके होंगे।

"तिनका तिनका" एक ऐसी ही छोटी सी कविता है जो इसी बात पर आधारित है की हमें खुद को रोज़ थोड़ा थोड़ा बनाना है, हमेशा चलते जाना है, क्योंकि धीरे धीरे जैसे जैसे ये तिनके जुड़ते जायेंगे एक खूबसूरत तस्वीर की झलक नज़र आने लगेगी।

Hindi Poetry - "तिनका तिनका"

तिनका तिनका करके अपने आप को रोज़ बनाना,

तिनका तिनका करके धागों को रोज़ सजाना,

तिनका हर तिनका एहसास होता जायेगा,

तुम तुमसे मिलते जाओगे और,

हर लम्हा करीब होता जायेगा,

जिस दिन तिनके से एक आकृति बनेगी तुम्हारी,

उसमें कई खयाल, कई जवाब मिल जाएंगे,

जो सवालों का पहाड़ लेकर चल रहे हो,

एक दिन तुम्हारे अंदर ही सिमट जायेंगे,

तिनका तिनका करके जब अपने आपको रोज़ बुनोगे,

उन तिनकों से निर्मित खुदको हासिल करोगे,

तिनका तिनका करके रोज़ खुद को बनाना,

माटी के पुतले को हर रंग से सजाना।

उम्मीद है आपको मेरी ये कविता अच्छी लगी होगी।

अपने विचार मेरे साथ कमेंट्स में साझा करें।

ऐसी ही और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ते रहिए StoryBooksMania पर।

Read my thoughts on YourQuote

Poetries In English | Best 5 Healing Poetries

2021-12-28T23:04:00.003+05:30

Poetries are the center of heart, they are such a sweet and magical dose to the inner soul that once you began to feel them, you began to dive into them.

Poetries provide an immense feeling of peace, they are like a serum of love and life, the more you feel them, the more you love them and the more they heal you.

Poetry is a magical language worth understanding, worth enjoying. Poetry is a language of love, peace, happiness and satisfaction.

In simple words, for me I would love to describe poetries as

"If you can feel it, it can heal you."

In this post I have brought a dose of magical poetries for you which not only heal you but also they make you feel love within yourself.

Enjoy the poetries!

1. Paint some smiles

Paint some smiles, paint some laughs,
The life gave us a big, gaint canvas,
One stroke of love, other stroke of care,
Some shades of dark days,
Some shades of happy tears,
No worry, be cool,
Life is always gonna make us a fool,
Dip some brushes with the childish colours,
Some bristles wet of maturity,
Some palettes of memorable memories,
Life is not short, life is not ending,
If you are painting, just keep on going.

2. No idea what to gain

No idea what to gain,
No greed to achieve the fame,
Just a desire the fingers are feeling,
To move the pen with endless dreaming,
Some tales to write, some pages to fill,
A time that turned the heart wild as it never will,
But then some responsibilities took the space,
Some worries of future took me away,
Closing the chapters till a right time arrive,
A diary half written, a book still waiting to complete its life,
Some day may be some magic I can create,
May be I complete the last wish written in the fate,
All it want is a little attention,
And I am unable to fulfill the affection,
Me thinking may be I am not doing it right,
May be it took a little more than what I decide.

3. The Dandelion

As the wind moves a bit fast,
The Dandelion petals detaches from the base,
Start to float with air in the space,
Some of them are continuously floating high,
While some I found struggling for a short try,
Some at mid, some at low,
All are equally carrying by the flow,
Then a little blow of wind again collect them all,
They oscillate a little, move on, and fall apart.

4. A soft quill

Some steps away there was a bird,
Looking for some grains,
Suddenly flew away,
And a small, little, fragile quill detaches from her wings,
It began to swim in the space,
Slowly slowly crossing the height,
Decrementing the distance between it and the earth,
Waving in air, enjoying the gravity,
That little, soft quill reaches its destination,
And with a soft flight in the end,
It lands down on the flat base.

5. The goodness within

Rhythm in the air,
Musical notes on tips,
Portion to portion,
The lyrics sounds so close,
Singing a song,
Some daisies along,
Musings of relief,
The enchanting breath,
A peace to heart,
Like the penetrating dart,
One can lose,
One can win,
The goodness within.....

Hope you like this post!

Please give your precious responses in the comments section it provides a great satisfaction.

Read more such beautiful posts in my blog STORYBOOKSMANIA.

Poetries In Hindi | Collection Of Top 7 Hindi Poetries

2021-10-22T12:34:00.000+05:30

कुछ कविताएं बहुत खूबसूरत और दिल को छू लेने वाली होती हैं, कुछ कविताएं जब पढ़तें हैं तो ऐसा लगता है की खुद को ढूंढ लेते हैं हम उनमें, कहीं न कहीं हम उन कविताओं से जुड़ जाते हैं, कहीं न कहीं वो कविताएं वो अनकहे शब्द बन जाती हैं जो हम खुद नहीं समझ पाते।

तो आपको कुछ ऐसे ही अनकहे, खूबसूरत शब्दों से रूबरू कराने के लिए मैंने ये पोस्ट लिखी है जिसमें मेरी लिखी 7 बहुत प्यारी, दिल को छू लेने वाली कविताएं मौजूद हैं। मैं उम्मीद करती हूं की आपको ये पोस्ट पसंद आएंगी। अगर आपको ये हिंदी कविताएं पसंद आएं तो इसे अपने परिवार, दोस्तों और प्रिया लोगो के साथ जरूर साझा कीजिएगा।

अपने विचार कमेंट्स में जरूर शेयर कीजिएगा।

1. बहुत खूबसूरत से हैं ये खयाल मन के

बहुत खूबसूरत से हैं ये खयाल मन के,

किसी ठंडी हवा के झोंके से,

दिल को सुकून पहुंचते हैं,

मैं जब जब बनाती हूं बातें बेवजह,

वो मेरे लिए एक मीठी धुन गुनगुनाते हैं,

की बहुत खूबसूरत से हैं, ये खयाल मन के,

जब चुपचाप बैठ के हम बाते बतलाते हैं।

2.आवारा से पल हैं

आवारा से पल हैं,

आवारा आज कल हैं,

बहती नदी सा,

बह रहा ये मन है,

चंचल सा बैराग में,

खुद में लीन हो गया,

एक पंछी उड़ा आसमान में,

और पल में कहीं खो गया।

3. क्या लिखूं

क्या लिखूं?

एक कलम, एक पन्ने की कहानी,

क्या लिखूं?

कई मौसम और रंगों के तराने,

क्या लिखूं?

ढलती शामें, या चांद की चांदनी,

क्या लिखूं?

एक दिल और एक अधूरी दास्तां,

या ना लिखूं,

क्या करूंगी लिखकर, एक कलम है और कुछ पन्ने।

4. एक पतंग

वो बहती हवाओं के साथ उड़ी जा रही थी,

एक पतंग हवा में बही जा रही थी,

कभी डोलती सी इस डगर, कभी डोलती सी उस डगर,

वो अपनी ही धुन में कहीं जा रही थी,

चमकते बदलो के पार, आसमान में गोता लगाती,

एक पतंग बस खुद की ही धुन में उड़ी जा रही थी।

5. बड़े मासूम से चेहरे हैं

अनसुलझी सी लगती है ये सारी दुनिया,

मासूम से चेहरे हैं, जो बेज़ार से दिखते हैं,

यूं खुद में खोए, चुपचाप से रहते हैं,

बिखरी जिनकी बातों में हर नाराजगी मिलती है,

छिड़कती सी छीटें जो आंखों से उतरती हैं,

गले से लगाकर जो खुद को चला करते हैं,

ढूंढते हैं खुद को, हर हंसी में तलाशा करते हैं,

बड़े मासूम से चेहरे हैं, जो खोए से रहते हैं,

ना जाने किस आस में खुद को तलाशा करते हैं।

6. ले चले जहां हवाएं

ले चले जहां हवाएं,

जहां रंग घड़ी घड़ी आसमान बदल ले,

बारिश की मद्धम बूंदों से,

मेरी खिड़की के शीशे ढके रहें,

वक्त रुका हो, क्या होना है कुछ न सोचना हो,

बस धीरे धीरे रेडियो पर कुछ पसंदीदा गाने बजते रहें,

धीरे धीरे ये सफ़र यूं ही चुपचाप चलता रहे।

7. तू प्यारी है इतनी क्यों

बोलती है खामोशी में, सन्नाटों के मतलब समझती है,

कभी रोना किसी बात पर, कभी बेमतलब हंसना सिखाती है,

कितने सितारे हैं आसमान में, कभी मुझे उन्हें गिनना सिखाती है,

कभी लकीरें खींचती है दिल पर, कभी दिल में समाना सिखाती है,

कभी दूर किसी दुनिया की सैर, बिना किसी फिक्र कराती है,

कभी चलती है साथ में, कभी बैठ जाती पास में,

कभी एक सा सब हो जाता है, कभी हर रंग का मतलब बताती है,

तू प्यारी है इतनी क्यों, क्यों इतना प्यार जताती है,

है कोई खास रिश्ता तेरा मेरा,

इसलिए तुझसे ही खुशी मिल जाती है,

क्या सुनाऊं तेरे बारे में,

तू जो हाथों से उतरती है ना,

तो एक तस्वीर बन जाती है।

Read more beautiful poetries on STORYBOOKSMANIA

Little Is The Life | A Journey From Darkness To Self

2021-08-19T16:23:00.002+05:30

Little Is The Life

Dear reader,

"Little Is The Life" is my first paperback book being published by the NotionPress is a small but a beautiful collection of healing poetries being connected with self emotions.

"Little is the life" is a bunch of poetries that reflects the emotions that are the part of one's dark and weak sides, to the journey to find the magic in self that can help to overcome them by realizing the fact that life is small and there is a lot more in this short journey. With a letter of hope, the book explains that it does not matter how much darker the darkness is, but to continue is more important and courageous.

The book is divided into five parts Darkness to Light, What and Why, Pain Can Heal, Little Life, and Found Love. From the darkness and confusion towards the discovery of magic in self, this book narrates that it doesn't mean how much we are broken and afraid but in the end, there is always some magic waiting for us to adopt all our worries and insecurities.

"Little is the Life" is an effort to shed light on this very minuteness of life that is not enough to fulfill all our desires but still, we can do as much as we can. It contains such related and healing poetry you can connect with that can lead you to a journey to yourself. This book is a product of the voices from the heart, whom I have weaved in some pages, referencing that life is little and life is less and spending it in thinking and regretting does not lead us anywhere. Since we are here for a short duration, it is better to move on and search for what we seek and what we love.

This book is a journey of yours to self and I am too sure you will definitely feel each words of this piece of my work.

"If you can feel it, it can heal you."-poetry

Little did I collect, little is the life..................

Available on Amazon, Flipkart and NotionPress Store.

Click here to buy on amazon BUY NOW

Click here to buy on NotionPress Store BUY NOW

Click here to buy on Flipkart BUY NOW

"मौसमी ख़त- सर्दियों की कहानियां"

2021-08-19T16:09:00.003+05:30

Finally I have launched my first book based on the winters, a short collection of hindi poetries narrating a beautiful tale of the winter season from the one and only in the words of winds itself.

"मौसमी ख़त- सर्दियों की कहानियां" is now available at Kindle, please go and read the book and give your precious feedbacks too.

I am all excited for your reviews since this is my first work I have launched now.

Click the link to read now- Mausami Khat

English Poetry | Childhood Poetries | "Fireflies"

2021-07-10T15:22:00.003+05:30

Rare today but a few decades back, eves were not only soothing but were magical. It is still, but the magic has somewhere lost. Remember those days when the grasslands, fields, gardens in the evening started glowing the moment the sun cools down. The tiny, lightning bugs seemed to emerge at different edges of the meadows.

It seemed that the place had transformed into a whole new glittery world of magic and light. It was peace to heart and happiness of relaxation. Going deep down in memory lane I realized how much time has changed, the magical wonders that one can easily encounter a few years back, are now vanished like they never existed.

Sad to say but, the changes cost a lot more than we ever imagined.

Sitting down in the garden, looking at the sunset, I realized the fact that their disappearance is so bad that now not a single firefly is seen. I do not know whether it is bad or too bad, but I know the childhood of many of us has somewhere very closely attached to these little, magical glories that are missing now.

Thinking about this I decided to save these childhood firefly memories in the paper.

Dedicating to those childhood joys, this poetry can take you back to your times, and will once again introduce you to the most beautiful moments of life.

With this small desire in my heart to take you back in memories, I have weaved this poetry. Hope you love this and enjoy your magical moment.

English Poetry | Childhood Poetry

"The Fireflies"

With the last rays of the sun,

The meadows turning darker,

The shadows disappearing,

No moon in the stratosphere,

The galaxy was full,

With the millions of stars,

Space has reached the earth,

Crossing the distance so far,

Some beetles started their band,

When the darkness approached,

Crickets gathered,

To try a new tone,

Little did it take,

For the earth to take rest,

When the tulips inhaled,

Some drowsy breaths,

A little light appeared,

Between tiny bushes,

Like the little lamps,

Filled with helium bases,

Slowly rising,

Leaving the land behind,

The enchanting sight,

Demands to lose in the divine.

Years later when found,

The magic was gone,

The firefly field turns,

Into the illusions of dawn.

If you have any firefly tales I would love to hear about them. If you feel comfortable, please share your memories with me. It will be a huge pleasure to know about your tales.

Share your responses.

Do share it with your friends and family.

Read more such poetries at StoryBooksMania

Hindi Poetry On Mother's Day | Hindi Poems | Mother's Day

2021-05-09T15:49:00.002+05:30

Mother's Day Special

मां, एक शब्द नहीं जज्बात है, एक प्यार का एहसास है। मां वो कीमती खजाना है जिसे पाकर हर बच्चा जन्नत हासिल कर लेता है।

मां, मम्मी, माई, अम्मी, मॉम हम चाहे किसी भी भाषा में मां को बुलाए सबका भाव बस एक ही होता है, प्यार, उसके लिए जो हमारा सब कुछ है, जिसके होने से दुनिया खूबसूरत है, खास है।

हर व्यक्ति एक मां का फर्ज निभा सकता है, मगर मां का दर्जा तो सिर्फ मां का होता, उसका स्थान कोई और नहीं ले सकता।

मां हमारे सपने सजोती है, हमारी जबान बनती है, हमारी पहचान बनती है, एक आसमान बनती है जहां हम आजादी से उड़ सकते हैं, हमारे लिए पंख बुनती है, हमारी हर एक छोटी बड़ी गलती ठीक करती है, माफ करती है, हमारे लिए हर किसी से टकराने को तैयार होती है, हमारे लिए सब छोड़ने को तैयार होती है, हमारी खुशी को दुगना करती है और हमारे गम उड़ा लेती है। कभी गुस्सा भी करती है तो बहुत प्यार जता कर और कभी नाराज होती है तो भी खयाल रखती है।

सारी दुनिया घूम कर चाहे कहीं चले जाओ, मगर जो खुशी उसके आंचल में है वो कहीं नहीं मिलती है।

मां एक तोहफा है ऊपरवाले का, क्योंकि वो सबका खयाल नहीं रख सकता एक बार में इसलिए मां भेजी है।

ये कविता खास मैने मां की लिए लिखी है और आज आपके साथ साझा कर रही हूं।

मुझे यकीन है मां पर लिखी मेरी ये हिंदी कविता आपको पसंद आयेगी।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"मां"

प्यार का दरिया कहते हैं उसे,

उसकी आंखों में दुनिया सब पा जाते हैं,

जन्नत का तो पता नहीं इस जमीन पर,

मगर मां के आंचल में सारे सितारे आ जाते हैं,

हंसती हुई जितनी अच्छी लगती है,

गुस्से में उतनी प्यारी लगती है मां,

हर छोटी छोटी खुशी पर मेरी,

जान छिड़कती है मेरी मां,

अच्छे में, बुरे में हाथ कभी नहीं छोड़ती है,

वो थाम कर उंगली मेरी साथ हमेशा रहती है,

भोली है, प्यारी है, सबसे निराली है,

दुनिया की सारी खुशियां उसमें समाती हैं,

वो दुनिया है छोटी सी मेरे सपनों की,

मेरी हर कहानी की सुपरहीरो, मेरी मां कहलाती है।

अगर आपको ये कविता पसंद आई तो मेरे साथ अपने विचार जरूर साझा करें और अपनी मां को ये कविता शेयर करें, उन्हें अच्छा लगेगा।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetries | Hindi Poems | हिंदी कविता | Earth day

2021-05-03T21:27:00.006+05:30

अगर आप हिंदी में कविताएं पढ़ना पसंद करते हैं, तो मुझे यकीन है आपको मेरी लिखी ये कविता पसंद आयेगी।

ये कविता मैंने अर्थ डे पर लिखी थी और उसके साथ साथ कोरोना काल में हो रही घटनाएं जैसे ऑक्सीजन की कमी को लेकर आपसे कुछ साझा करने की कोशिश रही है।

वैसे तो ये दुनिया बहुत बड़ी है, और बहुत खूबसूरत है, लेकिन पिछले कुछ सालों से इंसानी गतिविधियों ने यहां का माहौल खराब कर दिया है। आज हम जिस प्रकार की भी स्थिति में हैं कहीं न कहीं उसके जिम्मेदार हम सभी हैं। हमें पहले से सब पता था की दुनिया में चल रही गतिविधियों का क्या असर होगा मगर फिर भी हम अंधे-बहरे बने इसे और बरबाद करते गए, और पेड़ काटते गए, गंदगी करते गए, फैक्ट्री पर फैक्ट्री और इंडस्ट्री खड़ी करते गए। हमें साफ साफ पता था की भविष्य में इसका असर बेहद खौफनाक और डरावना होगा मगर फिर भी किसी पर कोई असर नहीं हुआ।

देखा जाए तो कहीं न कहीं इन सब आपदाओं और परेशानियों का कारण हमारा जरूरत से ज्यादा प्रकृति के साथ खिलवाड़ करना है। अभी भी वक्त है की हम खुद को और इस दुनिया को आने वाले भयंकर विनाश से बचा सकते हैं।

जिस प्रकार प्रकृति हमें पालती पोस्ती और हमारा खयाल रखती है, हमारी जरूरत है की हम भी उसका उसी प्रकार ध्यान रखें और सुरक्षा करें क्योंकि अगर प्रकृति ही नहीं बचेगी तो जीवन कैसे बच सकता है।

मैं उम्मीद करती हूं की आपको यह कविता पसंद आए और आप मेरी इस कविता का उद्देश्य और मतलब समझ पाए।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"जैसा बोया है, वैसा ही तो पाओगे"

जैसा बोया है, वैसा ही तो पाओगे,

नफरत बटोगे, तो नफरत ही तो पाओगे,

जिन हाथों ने सिर्फ कुल्हाड़ी उठाना सीखा हो,

उस कुल्हाड़ी को त्याग कर तुम पेड़ कैसे लगाओगे।

सांस लेने के लिए जिनकी जरूरत होती है,

काट कर उन्हें तुम क्या जी पाओगे?

जानबूझ कर आंख पर पट्टी क्यों बांधी है?

जैसा बोया है, वैसा ही तो पाओगे।

खेलते रहे जीवन के साथ, परोपकार का मतलब ना समझे,

बिना किसी लालच के देना, तुम प्रकृति से न सीखे,

जिस धरती ने तुम्हें पाला, तुम उसको जलाओगे,

तो कैसे मांग सकते हो न्याय, जब अन्याय जताओगे।

हरी भरी जगमगाती दुनिया को,

जिस धूल धक्कड़ और ज़हर से भरा हो तुमने,

अपने कर्मों का हिसाब यहीं तो चुकाओगे,

जन्नत मांगी थी तुमने, अब अपने बसाए स्वर्ग से निकलकर कहां जाओगे?

मिटा कर वजूद दुनिया की खूबसूरती का,

तुमने सोचा तुम रोशनी के दिए जलाओगे,

समय अभी गुज़रा नहीं है, जो बचा है उसे संभाल जो लोगे,

तो हो सकता है नया सवेरा देख पाओगे।

क्यों डर रहे हो अपने आज से इस कदर,

जो हो रहा है तुमने ही तो बनाया है,

क्यों बेहाल हो दुनिया के हाल से,

जैसा बोया है, वैसा ही तो पाओगे।

उम्मीद करती हूं आपको यह कविता पसंद आई होगी और आप इस कविता का उद्देश्य समझ गए होंगे।

कॉमेंट करके मेरे साथ अपने विचार साझा जरूर करिएगा।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetry | Hindi Poems | हिंदी कविता | Art Day Poetry

2021-05-03T21:24:00.007+05:30

कला, एक कलाकार की सबसे प्यारी और बेहद कीमती जायदाद होती है। एक कलाकार के लिए कला उसके हवा, पानी और खाने की तरह या कहें उससे भी बढ़कर होती है।

अगर आप हिंदी कविताओं(Hindi Poetries) के शौकीन हैं और साथ ही साथ एक कलाकार हैं और अपनी कला से बेहद प्यार करते हैं तो मुझे पूरा यकीन है कि ये कविता आपको बहुत पसंद आयेगी।

ये कविता(poetry) मैंने खास आर्ट डे (Art day) पर लिखी थी।

मुझे भी चित्र कला(painting) का बहुत शौक है और मुझे भी मेरी कला से बहुत ज्यादा प्यार है, तो मैंने सोचा क्यों न अपनी कला के जरिए अपनी कला के लिए चार पंक्तियां लिखी जाएं जिससे न सिर्फ मैं बल्कि वह हर कलाकार जो अपनी कला को प्यार करता है ये महसूस कर पाए की कितना खास होता है ये एहसास।

कला सिर्फ एक काम नहीं बल्कि जादू की तरह होती है। ये एक समुंदर है बेहद गहरा, बेहद खूबसूरत जिसका कोई अंत नहीं है, हम इसमें जितना डूबते जाते हैं ये उतना और गहरा और गहरा होता जाता है।

मुझे पूरा यकीन है कि आप मेरे काम को पसंद करेंगे।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"मैं और मेरी कला"

बोलती है खामोशी में, सन्नाटों के मतलब समझती है,

कभी रोना किसी बात पर, कभी बेमतलब हंसना सिखाती है,

कितने सितारे हैं आसमान में, कभी मुझे उन्हें गिनना सिखाती है,

कभी लकीरें खींचती है दिल पर, कभी दिल में समाना सिखाती है,

कभी दूर किसी दुनिया की सैर, बिना किसी फिक्र कराती है,

कभी चलती है साथ में, कभी बैठ जाती पास में,

कभी एक सा सब हो जाता है, कभी हर रंग का मतलब बताती है,

तू प्यारी है इतनी क्यों, क्यों इतना प्यार जताती है,

है कोई खास रिश्ता तेरा मेरा,

इसलिए तुझसे ही खुशी मिल जाती है,

क्या सुनाऊं तेरे बारे में,

तू जो हाथों से उतरती है ना,

तो एक तस्वीर बन जाती है।

अगर आपको मेरी कला और ये खूबसूरत तोहफा पसंद आया हो तो मेरे साथ अपने विचार जरूर साझा करें और मुझे ये भी जानने में बहुत प्रसन्नता होगी की आप किस तरह के कलाकार हैं।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetry on Time | Hindi Poems | वक्त पर हिंदी कविता

2021-05-03T20:52:00.004+05:30

वक्त(Time) कभी एक सा नहीं रहता। देखते देखते कब सब कुछ बदल जाता है पता ही नही चलता। एक वक्त पहले हमारे पास लोग होते हैं, दोस्त होते हैं, बातें होती हैं, हंसी ,मज़ाक, मस्ती होती है, फिर एक दिन धीरे धीरे सब बदलने लगता है, सब खत्म होने लगता है और देखते देखते एक दिन हम अकेले हो जाते हैं या कहीं और खो जाते हैं। और उस वक्त सिर्फ जो बचता है वह उस बीते वक्त की अच्छी बुरी खास बातें होती हैं।

कभी लगता है की काश ये वक्त कभी बढ़ता ही न, बदलता ही न, सब कुछ जैसा था वैसा ही रहता कितना अच्छा होता। मगर यही तो वक्त का हिसाब है हमेशा एक जैसा नहीं रह सकता। एक दिन सब बदलना ही होता है।

ये कविता(Poetry) कुछ ऐसे ही विषय पर है जो हमें ये एहसास दिलाती है की वक्त ठहर नहीं पता, एक सा नहीं रह पाता, एक दिन सब बदल जाता है।

अगर आप हिंदी कविताएं(Hindi Poetry) पढ़ने के शौकीन हैं तो मुझे पूरी उम्मीद है की वक्त पर लिखी मेरी ये कविता आपको पसंद आयेगी।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"जो बचती हैं वो बस यादें होती हैं"

हमेशा सब कुछ एक जैसा नहीं रहता,

कभी बातें खत्म हो जाती हैं,

कभी भीड़ सन्नाटे में बदल जाती है,

कभी लोग चले जाते हैं,

कभी शोर को खामोशी घेर लेती है,

वक्त चलता रहता है,

हर वक्त बदलता रहता है,

एक दिन सब बदल जाता है,

जो बचती हैं वो बस यादें होती हैं।

उम्मीद करती हूं आपको यह कविता पसंद आई होगी ।

कॉमेंट करके मेरे साथ अपने विचार साझा जरूर करिएगा।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetry on Promise | Hindi Poems | वादे पर हिंदी कविता

2021-05-02T22:43:00.009+05:30

हमने कभी न कभी किसी न किसी से कोई न कोई वादा(Promise) जरूर किया होता है। एक वादे की बहुत अहमियत होती है।

हम वादे क्यों करते हैं, कोई तो वजह होगी न। अगर एक खूबसूरत नजरिए से देखें तो इस दुनिया का हर एक हिस्सा कहीं न कहीं किसी न किसी से कोई वादा किए बैठा है। जैसे आप एक नदी को ही देख लें जो हमेशा दो किनारों को जोड़ कर रखने का वादा निभाए रहती है, जैसे हवा जो दिखती तो नहीं है मगर धरती को आकाश से मिला देती है, जैसे वो नदी जो पहाड़ों को समंदर से मिला देती है उनके इतना दूर होते हुए भी, जैसे हर शाम एक नई सुबह का वादा पूरा करती है। बहुत खूबसूरत है, बहुत रहस्यमई है, बहुत सुकून और प्यार भरा होता है उस लम्हे में जब ऐसे ही कोई हमसे वादा करता है हमारा हाथ हमेशा थामे रखने का, हमारे साथ हमेशा चलने का, हमेशा प्यार जताते रहने का, बहुत खूबसूरत होता है वो लम्हा, बहुत सच्चा होता है वो वादा जो आंखों में आंखें मिलाकर कोई किसी से करता है।

ये दुनिया वादे पर ही टिकी है। एक वादा, एक विश्वास, एक भरोसे का प्रतीक होता है।

ये कविता उसी भरोसे और विश्वास से भरे वादे को जाहिर करती है।

अगर आप हिंदी कविताएं (Hindi Poetry)पढ़ना पसंद करते हैं तो मुझे पूरा यकीन है कि वादे पर लिखी मेरी ये कविता आपको पसंद आयेगी।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"कुछ तो वादा किया होगा "

कुछ तो वादा किया होगा न एक नदी ने दो किनारों से,

तभी तो कभी उन्हें अलग नहीं होने देती है;

कुछ तो वादा किया होगा ना इस हवा ने जमीन और आसमान से,

तभी तो खाली होकर भी कहीं मिला देती है;

कुछ तो वादा किया होगा उस नदी ने समंदर और बर्फ के पहाड़ों से,

तभी तो इतने दूर होते हुए उन्हें जोड़ देती है;

कुछ तो वादा किया होगा रात ने सुबह से,

तभी तो हर शाम सुबह का इंतजार करती है।

उम्मीद करती हूं आपको यह कविता पसंद आई होगी ।

कॉमेंट करके मेरे साथ अपने विचार साझा जरूर करिएगा।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetry for poet | Hindi Poems | हिंदी कविता

2021-05-02T22:36:00.005+05:30

मुझे लिखना बहुत पसंद है, और हर एक लेखक(writer) की तरह मुझे भी लिखने में बहुत सुकून मिलता है।

एक लेखक जो होता है उसके लिए लिखना बहुत खूबसूरत, बहुत हसीन काम होता है। वो बिना थके, बिना रुके, बिना किसी फ़िक्र के जब तक चाहे तब तक लिखता रहता है। क्योंकि ये लिखना एक लेखक के दिल से जुड़ा होता है इसलिए उसकी लेखनी(pen) पर उसका नहीं उसके दिल का राज़ होता है। जब उसका दिल बोलता है तो उसके हाथ अपने आप लिखने लगते हैं, उसको कुछ खास सोचने समझने की जरूरत नहीं रहती, ऐसा लगता है मानो शब्दों की नदियां उसके दिमाग में अपने आप बहने लगती हैं और तब तक बहती जाती है जब तक वह उस खंड को या उस रचना को या तो खत्म नहीं कर देता या किसी एक मोड़ पर नहीं पहुंचता।

ऐसी ही कुछ हालत मेरी भी होती है जब मैं अपनी लेखनी उठाती ही और लिखना शुरू करती हूं, मुझे बहुत ज्यादा ताकत लगाने की कोई जरूरत नहीं पड़ती। मानो जैसे ये एक जादुई सा एहसास हो या एक जादुई सा काम हो। और मेरा मानना है ऐसा सिर्फ मेरे साथ नहीं बल्कि हर एक लेखक के साथ होता है।

तो ये कविता मैं उन्हीं खास लेखकों के नाम करती हूं जिनके लिए लिखना सिर्फ एक काम नहीं उनकी जरूरत है, उनका प्यार है।

अगर आप हिंदी कविताएं पढ़ना पसंद करते हैं और लिखते भी हैं तो मेरी ये कविता आपको जरूर अच्छी लगेगी।

Hindi Poetry | हिंदी कविता

"मैं तो बस काग़ज़ भर देती हूं"

शब्दों का दरिया इतना गहरा हो जाता है,

अक्सर जो अल्फ़ाज़ मुंह से नहीं निकलते,

वो पन्नों पर बिखर कर कितनी कहानियां बयां कर जाते हैं,

की सुनाऊं क्या मेरी लेखनी की दास्तां,

बस दिल अचानक बोलता है,

हाथ अपने आप कुछ पन्ने उठा लेते हैं,

बस पन्ने पर कलम रख देती हूं,

अल्फ़ाज़ अपने आप आ जाते हैं,

मैं तो बस काग़ज़ भर देती हूं,

जज्बात अपने आप आ जाते हैं।

उम्मीद करती हूं आपको यह कविता पसंद आई होगी ।

कॉमेंट करके मेरे साथ अपने विचार साझा जरूर करिएगा।

ऐसी और कविताएं और कहानियां पढ़ने के लिए मेरे ब्लॉग से जुड़े रहें।

Hindi Poetry | Poetry On Women | "एक शक्ति है, वह ताकत है"

2021-05-02T22:31:00.059+05:30

जब हम 'नारी' की बात करते हैं, तो यह कविता हर नारी की भावनाओं को छूने का प्रयास है, क्योंकि हर नारी अपनी अद्वितीय कहानी लेकर आती है।

"एक शक्ति है, वह ताकत है," यह कविता मेरी नजर से उन सभी महान नारियों को समर्थन देती है, जो हमेशा खड़ी हैं, चाहे हालात कैसे भी हो। हमारी नारियाँ हमें हमेशा सिखाती हैं कि जीवन के हर मोड़ पर उनकी आवश्यकता है।

"वह झुकती है तो मतलब नहीं वह हारी है," इस पंक्ति में हम देखते हैं कि नारी की क्षमता का मौजूद होना किसी भी परिस्थिति में उसकी महात्मा वृत्ति को नहीं कम करता है।

"वह नारी है इसका मतलब नहीं कमज़ोर है," यह वाक्य दिखाता है कि नारी का मतलब केवल नाजुकता नहीं है, बल्कि उसमें अद्वितीय ताकत है, जो उसे आगे बढ़ने के लिए मजबूती प्रदान करती है।

चलिए मेरे साथ कविता को पूरा करते हैं और मैं आशा करती हूं कि आपको यह कविता बहुत पसंद आए।

Hindi Poetry Collection

"एक शक्ति है, वह ताकत है"

एक शक्ति है, वह ताकत है,

वह झुकती है तो मतलब नहीं वह हारी है,

कुछ रिश्तों को समेट कर रखने के लिए,

उसने सारी खुशियां वारी हैं,

इच्छाएं हैं उसकी भी छोटी सी, प्यारी सी,

कई बार जिन्हें वो दबाती है,

चुप रहती है कई बार, कई बार खुद से नाराज़गी जताती है,

वह नारी है इसका मतलब नहीं कमज़ोर है,

उसे भी खुल के जीने का हक है,

ऐसा नहीं की सारी ज़िम्मेदारी उसकी है,

कुछ जिम्मेदारी तो तुम्हारी है,

अगर वह खड़ी है हर रूप में साथ,

तो साथ देने की तुम्हारी बारी है,

वह नारी है, ताकत है,

झुकती है तो मतलब नहीं वह हारी है।

आशा करती हूं आपको यह कविता पसंद आई हो और इसी के साथ मेरा इस कविता को लिखने का उद्देश्या आपको पूर्ण रूप से स्पष्ट हो। अपने विचार मेरे साथ ज़रूर साझा करें और ऐसी ही ढेर सारी कविताएँ मेरे ब्लॉग पर पढ़ें।

Explore more such poetries at StoryBooksMania