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That Forlorn Smile


It was a gloomy morn, instilling inertia into my somnolent body.
Driven by the obligation of job, responsibility and its endless travail,
I hurriedly reached my workplace, with fast-shrinking enthusiasm,
As I stepped into the entrance, there was rush and flux of priority.

Regular greetings from the reception, and the sight of wide smiles,
It was a different world altogether, unaware of the cheerless sky.
I looked at my watch, and as always, I discovered myself to be late,
And I increased my pace, refueled my drowsy legs, I took my stride.

Then came a sudden pause, a sudden flash of glittering light…
Time now ticked leisurely, as I raised my eyes at the incandescence…
It was her, walking slowly; her eyes hiding behind the shy eye-lids.
Her silky hair somehow flew behind, against some incognito winds.

She looked like a forgotten angel, with glowing fairness and glossy lips.
Everything else zoomed out of my vision, it was only her somehow.
My eyes just stuck on her pretty face, my hurried footsteps had frozen.
It was like she had ceased the flow of time, it ticked microseconds now.

She lifted her face; swayed back her long locks behind to the other side.
She was now looking into my eyes; her eyelids could no more hide ‘em.
They were once white and brown, now seemed moist and only scarlet.
She removed a stranded hair from her lips; her eyes still looking into mine.

I couldn’t even blink, as if I was a surprised-eyed framed portray.
Her eyelashes flashed in between, her beauty glistening all the while.
I wanted to greet her, say her a few words, gathering a bit of courage.
But I couldn’t utter a sole word; she just passed by with a forlorn smile.

Gift this book (Glittering Shadows) to your special someone today!

   

© , 2015

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She is Daddy’s Girl


She has tears in her eyes, lying on her bed in the night…
She misses the strong hug from the first love of her life…
She is a just a child, who needs endless love and nurture…
The care, the feel of protection that only her dad could provide…

She has her hands folded, pleading to the Almighty…
“Why did you take him away from me?” – She cried…
With no answer she wept… With no answer she slept…
He was watching her from the heavens- a painful sight…

He wanted her to be safe… wanted her to be daunting strong…
He wanted her to take care… wanted her to survive and fight…
Fight through the obstacles of life… protect her worried mom…
But she is just a child, who needs a lot of love… a hug so tight.

She wakes up the next day… just like any other day…
She promises herself to be strong… to be brave in life…
She goes out into the world to work hard and stay ahead…
She feels insecure inside but she wears her fearless smile…

No one knows her pain, no one can see her heart’s void…
He watches her from the heavens, her eyes’ with a pearl…
He watches this lionheart, her courageous indomitable spirit…
He is in peace as he knows… this little braveheart is daddy’s girl…

Gift this book (Glittering Shadows) to your special someone today!

   

© , 2015

Hold on a bit longer


My ship is sailing dangerously in these violent waters.
The clouds are dark, like a demon has risen from hell.
There are thunders in the sky, and menacing flashes.
Sails are about to tear apart, masts about to fall as well.

My ship has now cracks; the sound of the waves’ deafening.
As they hit my little ship with colossal force, breaking it more.
My head says abandon the ship and embrace the death storm.
But my heart says stay put; fight it out; soon I’ll hit the shore.

A lightening comes down to my ship like a bolt of death.
Hits on the mast and tears away my sail, creating a big hole.
And then rain descends, adding strength to the tempest.
My life is at stake and so is my ship’s fate; yet I hope of shoal.

Oh Almighty! Give me the strength to fight and will so strong.
Fill my heart with blood of hope; fill my veins with courage to survive.
Give me a moment to stabilize my ship, and vim to hold my wheel.
Mine is a tiny ship, battling hard to live, with a resolve to go the limit.

Oh Ocean! I can see your fury; I can feel your rage in my bones.
My shoulders are broken; my arms are tired, but I won’t give up.
I am a sailor with no limits; I live to sail and I fear not death.
My ship lives in me, feeds off my fortitude, she is my only love.

In calm waters we just drift along, in merry and on song.
But in turbulent times, we fight hard and grow ever stronger.
We stick together, hand in hand; we never dread or panic.
We are not giving up yet, Oh Storm! We hold on a bit longer.

Gift this book (Glittering Shadows) to your special someone today!

   

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

Glittering Shadows – Available on Amazon/Flipkart/Infibeam


Hello friends!

It is a privilege to announce that my poetry book “Glittering Shadows” is now released and available on Amazon.

Time will fly by and life will move on, until forever.
What we find and what we keep, will always stay.
Deep inside our hearts, like an age old museum.
Like the precious words in a book , from yesterday.

This book has a sincere and true voice of love, because it is a voice right from my heart.There are endless ways to express your feelings for someone but when you will gift them this book they will know how much love you hold.

Gift it to your special someone today!

   

A Battleship of Paper


I was lying lazy on my couch, one summer evening… lost in cognition…
Silence reposing throughout… windows closed… properly curtained…
Tranquility was shattered with frequent patters on the window panes…
I moved my indolent self out of the comfy couch… to see the midsummer rains…

I unveiled the windows, to see the imposing grey covered firmament….
And the rain drops showering from the heavens… soothing the baking soil…
I saw children playing… dancing… enjoying every drop of the blissful drizzle…
And a beautiful longing face… clinging to a window… watching her paperboat sail…

That radiant beauty looked sad… as her boat struggled to drift ahead…
She’s young with a child-like heart… bound by society… willing to break-free…
Her boat was like her heart… battling in the waves of her sea of emotions…
She wanted to save her sinking boat… set it on course… set her feelings free…

I could see her surmounting anxiety… I could feel her restlessness…
She could see her boat struggling… but no more…
Forgetting the society… ignoring her attire… she came outdoors…
She was determined… her boat of emotions had to be rescued…

I could see a few hungry eyes… lurking in other windows…
I could see more loathly eyes… eyes of the ‘humane’ society…
Willing to crush her with morals… murder her child-like soul…
Just because she came out… ignorant of her scanty clothes…

She was brave… she’d saved her battleship… and made it sail again…
But then she realized herself… drenched… with rain and with shame…
She quickly covered herself with bare hands… hiding herself from vulture eyes…
And ran back to her dark and hideous room… where her real confined life lies…

© Manish Ranjan, 2015