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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/)

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

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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.

Dhwani’s review in her own words… (Click Here)

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

Review of Glittering Shadows by Jayashree


In her own words…

It has no form-no shape- no definite identity.
But still it has a specific identity- because it differs from person to person.
It does not have any death-it does not have any decay-it does know all.
When you like at the night sky-your mind wings to fly thousands of light years away- away from the milky way- away from galaxies-to the kingdom where zillions of stars sparkle like diamonds.
Are you really up there to the kingdom of stars?
But your wish has the speed to beat light- beat anything-to propel your shadow to the kingdom where there is no death- no decay!
In the words of the Gita
na jayate mriyate va kadacin
nayam bhutva bhavita va na bhuyah
ajo nityah sasvato ‘yam purano
na hanyate hanyamane sarire
(For the soul there is never birth nor death. Nor, having once been, does he ever cease to be. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing, undying and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.)
So a point comes where philosophy and imagination coalesces- where there is everything ‘ satyam ,shivam ,sundaram’.

It is all utopian-you may say! These are all dreams-you may say!
It is all imagination…..
I will say it is imagination-that is why it is beautiful. And truth is beauty- beauty is truth!
Glittering Shadows by Manish Ranjan is dedicated to the imagination of human soul. in writer’s words_”far beyond this realm there is a valley of roses, a river of peace, a mountain of serenity, an ocean of hope, and air echoing my words of perpetual love, a world of my dreams, where it is just you and me; a word where the days are bright with positivity and nights filled with festivity; a world where even pain has a love; a world where shadows glitter.”
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Review of Glittering Shadows on Book Geeks by Sankalpita


In her own words:

In the words of the famous Leonardo Da Vinci “Painting is Poetry which is seen and not heard, and Poetry is a Painting which is heard but not seen”. Poetry thus, is an essence of human life for it portrays all that is beautiful in the world and all that is beautiful in life. Going by the recent trend, poetry in the Indian publishing industry is surely on the uptrend and why should it not be? After all it is the lifeline of every language and every civilization.

Most recent on the block is Manish Ranjan’s “Glittering Shadows” a book which in my opinion is a beautiful tribute to love and all of womankind. The book is divided into three sections – Love and be Loved, Life and Reflection and Womanhood and Her Crisis. The first part deals with love, love stories, feelings of love and all that is there about love. This section has a total of thirty two poems all of which are dedicated to love and its mysteries. My favourites among them are – She is Daddy’s Girl, Our First Kiss, That Forlorn Smile and That Old Banyan Tree. All the poems are hopelessly romantic and deeply emotional. Each thought, each emotion and each feeling has been captured so intensely by the author that the heart cannot help but melt at the exquisiteness of those words… Read more on the original review page!

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