Like the Ship & the Sea


The ship sets sails one fine morning, into the golden yellow waters.
It looked doubly cheerful; and there was passion and exuberance.
After long, the anchors had been raised, screeching out of rust.
And slowly, the ship moved ahead, as the winds aided furtherance.

It danced along with waves, as the sea roared to the marine-beats.
The dolphins leaping up from its womb, like raring shooting stars.
The twitches and the turns in the air; and the plunge back into water.
Everything was so jolly about the ship, like a bird escaping the bars.

Sometimes it floated smoothly, as if taking a sunbath in peace.
Sometimes it pranced onto the waves, as they passionately mate.
Sometimes it struggled to fight, as if stunned by her sudden rage.
Sometimes it rippled on under the moon; as if ball-danced on a date.

There were times it got vexed over her and refused to move ahead.
She wouldn’t give up either; everything paused dead that moment.
No matter how much we would try, they would not see eye to eye.
We would leave it to them to decide, and find their lost love again.

Slowly and steadily, they come into rhythm, breezing ahead again.
As we march onto the unknown ends of this beautiful hidden world.
It again mingles into her realm, and we sail agog wherever she takes.
It is her charm that takes away this ship; it loses itself into her depths.

Sometimes she’s in a playful mood, and she splashes water on its deck.
It joins her in the play and rocks all the unaware innocent lives on ride.
Sliding left and then swinging right, as they jingle along and make love.
The masts struggle to hold upright, and the anchors threaten to strike.

Like the ship and the sea, we all live waiting so long for her to arrive.
Waiting to meet her someday, waiting destiny to unveil her beauty;
And then the magic flows, and we dance along in love and in bliss.
In all moments of passion and tiffs; I’m her ship and she is my sea.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

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The Liebster Award!!!


Hey Tara,

Thank you so much for nominating me for The Liebster Award

So here are the answers to the questions you asked 🙂

1. What inspired you to write about/create the concept of your blog?
Inspiration came from within. Writing has been my passion and it is my way of taking my mind off my work and personal life. I am a very shy person and I don’t really share my feelings much. That emotional burden inside makes me stressed and urge to release some of it. Poetry is the form which helps me express my feelings and camouflage at the same time :). Being shy doesn’t mean that I don’t socialize; I just don’t share my feelings much. So this inspired me to start my blog, a platform to express, share, and make new friends.

2. What are some of your Life dreams/goals?
I am a Software Developer by profession. But I don’t want to be defined by just that profession. I want to be defined by my creativity. So my dream is to become a writer someday because it is my passion but not my profession. It is my dream to see my book out there in everyone’s hands.

3. What is your dream job?
My dream job would that of a full time writer. But that’s not my area of expertise. So, having said that, I would like to see myself as an Entrepreneur in the field of software.

4. What is your favourite quote?
My favourite quote would be: “He can who thinks he can”.

5. Who inspires you?
There are so many sources of inspirations. But I am my source of inspiration most of the time and my will and self-belief is what makes me aspire. But I would like to make a note that it is my family, friends and my love that inspire me when I am low.

6. If you could spend a day with anyone you wanted real or fictional, who would it be?
Well, it’s a tricky question 🙂 I would love to spend a day with you Tara 🙂 Knowing more about you and know the person who writes those beautiful poems. On a serious note I would like to spend a day with Mahendra Singh Dhoni (India’s Cricket Team Captain). He is a source of inspiration to many of my fellow countrymen.

7. What do you do in your spare time apart from blog/write?
Apart from blogging, I like to paint, reading novels, watching flicks, playing badminton and many more. I have multiple areas of interests and somehow I enjoy every spare time I get and this blog is also one of them.

8. What is important to you?
This is a very subjective question, though 🙂 My relationships, my work, and the time I have in my life. Isn’t it important for everyone? 🙂 Well apart from that, my dreams, aspirations, and my creative instincts are very important to me.

9. If you could time travel and could only do it once – would you go back into the past or into the future and why?
Another difficult question 🙂 I would ask you the same as well :). But since you asked, I would like to go back into the past. Future is dependent on my present, I believe, and it is still unknown. It is fun that it is an unknown and I don’t want to kill the suspense by going into the future 🙂

10. Do you believe in destiny?
Of course! I am a firm believer of destiny. But having said that, I believe it is our will which takes us to it or close to it. We all are born to do great things. It may not be famous things, but great things. We need to have the will to move ahead towards it.

Now my nomination and my questions! I would like to nominate

http://www.monepositiveblog.com/
https://aramblingpsyche.wordpress.com/
https://thecleverdog.wordpress.com/

And here are my questions:

1) What inspired you to start blogging?
2) If you were granted 3 wishes, what will they be?
3) If you were not doing what you are today, what would you have been doing?
4) 3 books you’ve loved reading and would read again?
5) If you were given a chance to meet someone for a day, who would it be?
6) Who is the most important source of inspiration in your life?
7) What is your dream job?
8) If you could time travel and could only do it once – would you go back into the past or into the future and why?
9) Which was the best day of your life so far?
10) If you were to change something in this world, what would it be?

 

 

Love and the Ocean


Every evening we’d walk to that secluded beach… holding each other’s hands
We’d sit there for hours and talking about feelings, worries, love and beyond…
Admiring the vastness of the ocean and perplexed by its unknown depths…
The ocean, a lot similar to our love – was profound and boundless…

We had a special spot, marked by a heart shaped rock…
We had skillfully etched our names on it… making it symbolic…
Every evening we would watch the sunset and make a thousand promises…
Waves just reaching and feeling our feet- instilling peace and quiescence…

Many-a-couple would etch their names on the sand…
And the ocean would wash it away… sometime during the night…
But our heart shaped rock with our names… she wouldn’t harm it… ever…
As if, she wanted it to be there… as if she loved to see us together…

We both loved the sunset… and I loved watching her in tranquility and peace…
I loved to watch her hair flow, like the waves of the ocean, along with the breeze…
I loved her beautiful eyes looking beyond… and that serene smile on her face…
As it’d fill my heart with more and more love… and I would kiss her on her lips…

But a year later, things changed… we left each other… breaking our hearts…
I stopped walking to the beach… stayed back spending lonely evenings…
It had been months since we had last visited our favorite spot…
I wondered how that place looked like… and if our love-rock was still there…

So that day I decided to break-free from my room of loneliness…
And walked aloof to the beach… everything flashed back… our love and togetherness…
And when I reached there, that rock was missing… I looked for it everywhere…
Like the names of lovers on the sand… the ocean had finally, washed it away…

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

The Clamoring Silence | Stop Violence Against Women


A thousand candles, raised close to their bosom…
With hands protecting the blinking… quivering flame…
They all walked through the streets… with placards of outcry…
Silently, peacefully, they marched… with hearts full of dissent…

Their eyes were swollen… filled with incessant tears…
Their souls grieved for her… she hadn’t died in vain…
They wanted a thousand deaths… for her beastly violators…
Faces looked red with loath… as they silently walked in disdain…

Their hearts prayed peace for her brave young soul…
A billion hearts wreathing in pain with her sufferings…
The Gods had been watching this… helplessly in disgust…
How could they create… evil monsters in human frames?

There are many like her… some dead and some live like dead…
Some wept in reticence… everyday… till their mortal body survived…
They never got their life back… their happiness murdered…
With horror of violence they live… and everyday their soul has died…

A thousand now walk for them… the victims yet filled with guilt…
A slap on the face of society… which detests… abandons the violated…
Which leaves them for death… instead of a life of love and dignity…
Virtually glorifying the violence… so inhuman… an endless insanity…

There was spirit in their walk… there was silence in the streets…
But there was an unconditional uproar in everybody’s hearts…
It was an army of candles… a troop of fighters against injustice…
They might be mute today… but there are clamors in their silence…

© Manish Ranjan, 2014

The Little Fugitive | A protest against female foeticide


One Sunday morning, I heard a blunt knock on the door…
My eyes were heavy and filled with sloth and sleep…
I chose to ignore it and slipped down again into my dreams…
The sunlight falling into my face, I turned to avoid those beams…

There was a knock again… This time, with more vigor and impatience…
Agitated, I woke up from my coziness and headed for the door…
I was about to yell as I opened my creaking, noisy wooden entrance…
But my anger melted… empathy filled in, to see a little girl on the floor…

She looked up as I stood tall in front, with her big blue eyes.
I could see her inexplicable pain and unknown inevitable fear.
I picked her up onto my lap, and asked-“What is it my dear?”
She looked at me with an estranged silence… knew not why she’s here.

I tried to pacify her, to let her feel at home and not scared…
“Don’t worry kid!” – I said. “Everything will be alright my dear”
She still had a skeptic look, she still seemed unresolved…
I held her hand and gave her a chocolate, wiped her sole tear.

“Are you lost my little one?” – I asked caressing her head…
She nodded gently and her tears slowly reappeared…
“Worry not!” – I whispered. “I’ll take you back to your home”
She stepped back and folded her hands… “No, not back there!”

I asked her patting her cheek: “Why… Are you angry with your dad?”
She advertently nodded and said: “He beat mom… He’ll kill me!”
“Why would he kill you?” – I asked. “You are such a sweet kid!”
“He will kill me and mom… Because, I am a girl… That is my felony…”

Here she was, a beautiful little angel… out in this world of prejudice…
She was a young refugee… an escapee from the societal penitentiary…
Running away from this male-dominated misogynist savage world…
She was scared but had the will to survive- She was a sweet little fugitive.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

Words from my heart

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