All posts by Manish Ranjan

I am a Software Developer by profession, working with Makemytrip. I work closely with Product and Sales Team in order to understand the Customer and Sales areas of focus and needs and develop web portal according to their requirements. With four years of work in Makemytrip, have learnt a lot about various tourist destinations and customer behaviour and their needs/priority. Being an avid traveller, I take out my bike and race away to the hills and mountains every month. Travelling gives me peace, adventure and food for thoughts and I love to express them in the form of poetry, which can be found in my blog (https://glittering-shadows.com/)

The Shine & The Shade


The sunlight beams through the window every morning.
I feel its warmth on my sleepy face; a kiss of love and frolic.
With my eyes still closed I let the light warm up my skin.
And the occasional shade, giving me a moments in frigid.

Like a child, the sun plays peek-a-boo with me, every morn.
The leaves of a tree hanging in front of my window, dancing.
Making a random rhythm in their movements, as they play.
The game of light and dark; the game of shining and shading.

The silent lover across the street joins in, in this morning play.
Reflecting the sunlight on the mirror and gleaming up daily.
I look at her and she at me, as she smiles and curls her hair.
The leaves still playing with me, hiding her beauty stochastically.

And then the clouds from the north visit, with its winds of cold.
The leaves play their game, ignorant that the sunshine is gone.
The window lover across the street doesn’t show up that day.
As gloom looms large on me, depressed by this shade all along.

And then the springs arrive, with the breeze still chill and cold.
But the clouds now join in at this game, with the solitary sun.
As the leaves go greener, with renewed enthusiasm and thrill.
And the window lover is up early, with her smile and mirror fun.

Life is much like this game, sometimes there is light and then grey.
There are days of happiness and bliss, and some distress and stress.
But there wouldn’t be happiness if sadness is long gone and dead.
As I wouldn’t have known my lover, if not for this shine and shade.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

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Silent First Love


I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park.
Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus.
Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid.
It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it.

I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by.
There were people both old and young, breathing freshness.
It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete.
I would trace the same path to that desolate shaded bench of teak.

The bench was near that lake, looking onto the swans’ fleet.
But onto its side, there was a solitary bench idled by lassitude.
There sat a fair and beautiful angel, lonely, lost in her thoughts.
She would look at the lake for long in melancholy and solitude.

Every day, I would sit, trying to peep into her world of thoughts.
What would make such a beauty, so lonely and so uncherished?
Did she lose her love? Or he deserted her leaving her in torment?
Her world seemed like the sea-like lake, with no boat and no end.

I would wish to see her world through her pensive pretty eyes.
May be she waits, endlessly; for him to come back, however.
I would wish to tread back to her path where she was left all alone.
And would walk by her side forever and sit on her bench together.

Every day, I fell in love with the lonely angel, a bit more than yester.
I would try to walk up to her, but shied away for the voice from above.
I begged for the courage, but feared her going away from that bench.
She made my day filled with amour and care; she was my silent first love.

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© , 2016

Review of Glittering Shadows by Dhwani


I was happy to see the pic of the book she posted on her website There And Their. It had a doll beside my book. It really brought me a smile on my face and immense satisfaction that she liked it. I am really thankful to her for her kind words about my work. I hope my book, as it turns an year old tomorrow, bring smile and love to its readers. It’s your love and support that makes my feel motivated.

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The drop of dew on the lotus leaf


A new morning was born, as the sun reddened the dull misty sky.
Darkness fading away slowly, as the star of day rises from its slumber.
Far distant place of the horizon, it was unveiling the nature’s beauty.
Orange was the morn dress of the sky as clouds bejeweled with glitter.

The birds from the nearby trees chirped with excitement and verve.
As they took off towards the rising star, with their wings silhouetted.
They formed a heart shaped garland around it, expressing their love.
This was a moment of new hopes, new beginnings, and new promises.

The sunflowers facing their lord, smiled happily basking in the shine.
With the butterflies poking them, posing playfully as flaunting fairies.
The hush of the night, the darkness of the past was fading in the glow.
The fireflies now rested on the trees, enjoying sweet cuckoo-melodies.

I wondered at the Mother Nature, how she welcomes the lambent morn.
How she comes alive, exhibiting her beauty and spreads love deep and vast.
I was amazed as she unveiled herself from the dark, with melodious hymns.
But a sadistic thought passed me, “Has she forgotten the glooms of past?”

Has she forgotten the devilry of the night, crippling her into darkness?
And the loneliness of the moon, lost in the crowd of bright celestial dots?
And the lifelessness of her creations, tired hungry and in chilling pain?
And the efforts of the tiny fireflies, trying to show us light, fighting ghosts?

And then I saw the lotus leaf, as it carefully protected a dew drop so big.
It was the symbol of her pain, loneliness of the moon, and penitence of the sin.
It was the symbol of the humility in her smile, her remembering of sad past.
Her pain was not hidden but preserved, in that drop of dew on the lotus leaf.

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© , 2015