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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

Her Smile Makes My Day


I don’t understand love; it is such a labyrinthine enigma.
I don’t understand heart; it beats drum-like when she is by me.
I don’t understand eyes; it has tears when she is in despair.
I do understand one thing; she’s my world, she’s everything to me.

When I walk by her side, holding gently, her soft hands,
It feels like a magical symphony, played from the heavens.
When she rests her head on my shoulders, I feel heavy;
As if all her pains have deported into my heart and veins.

When out of nowhere that cool blissful breeze blows,
And her silky lock flows behind, hiding my awed semblance.
And when she turns around in shock realizing the mess,
And carefully removes them, to see my magic struck face.

Then when she caresses me, laughing at my stupefied form;
A magic had been spelled upon me by the aroma of her hair;
And when she pulls my ears to release that benumbing spell,
I feel so special, I feel so loved- bringing a sense that life’s fair.

And when she walks away, saying nothing and not even looking,
Just her eyes spilling her hurt; my silly heart shatters fragmented,
For a moment I curse myself a thousand times and run after,
To fetch my love back; to whisper a thousand words of atonement.

She looks down, silent, still unable to let in my countless sorries.
Every attempt to pacify goes in vain, with her eyes still tear-laden.
There comes that little red rose from my back pocket- my savior!
I kneel down raising that scarlet, awaiting the smile that makes my day.

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

   

© Manish Ranjan, 2015