Poems ,Stories and lot more .. By Maneesha Purandare

Softness of the petals and the dew in it's arms  Azure of the sky with the luminous clouds The riverbanks studded with sprawling lush farms The birds twitter both silent and aloud . My kids with their gleaming smiles Cheerful and kind friends Diligent and caring partner Thank you mom and dad for bringing me into this world. Thank you Lord for gifting me with this precious gift of Life.... Dedicated to my friends & family

Infatuated was she with his style and the looks. Her heart experiencing emotions unwritten in any of the books. Enthralled was she with his soft spoken nature Leaving an expression of pleasure in each and every of her feature. There was attraction, and a strong sense of affection . Enough to gather accolades and felicitation. Consumed with desire and captivated in love. Drenched in warmth and fondness from within above. Enamoured with love she fell in his arms Oblivious to  the farfetched danger alarms. Bewitched with admiration  and besotted  with wine. Loss of control was no longer confined. Such was the calamity and bigger was the distress. Her misconduct brought a blight on their happiness. The damage done by her deed was irreparable. Leaving fondness, warmth and  affection inconsolable. Leaving fondness , warmth and  affection inconsolable.... MKP WGC 25.12.15 Background. ..It's about a mistakes that we do in love and it's long term term imp

Dying fire of passion Shut inside my room Shattering the window Here I was singing out your name Caring less about people around and afore Is it craziness or is it insanity? Is it witchcraft or a dark cast spell? I feel like a ship caught in a whirlwind Torn is the oyster from its shell. Sitting in the balcony,sobbing in the dark Crying out your name aloud Wishing you were here Waiting for your call like a lark. You asked me, " why does it have to be extreme?" "Why can't you be normal?" It's you and your personaa That sets this aria into a  phenomenal choral! I fight away these feelings hard Trying desperately  to stay aloof But in comes your magical thought Hey dear this is reality not a spoof. Ask me to stop , I shall freeze If you want me gone I shall leave. But don't do it so ruthlessly Have some pity on you and me.. Just tell me once that I meant atleast something toyou just for a fraction of a second or a relentless

लागली ठेच माझ्या पायआला तोंडून उफ़्फ़ देखील नाही आले स्वयंपाकातील चटके अलगदच झेलले संसाराच्या राहाट गाड्याचे अमुलाग्र चाक मी झाले भिंगरीच चक्र माझे आपसूकच फिरत राहिलं अगणित तुषारांनी भिजून देखील कोरडेच मन माझे पाण्याने तुडुंब  भरून देखील रिक्त हे घट माझे "शोना" अशा तुझ्या हुंकाराने चैतन्य दुथडी bharun वाहे कोणीतरी आपुले आहे सदैव  काळजी करायला मन हे घाली साद . दुसर्यांच्या    सुखदुखाआत bhaag घेण्याच लागलाय मला ध्यास Nip चित ह्या कायेला चिरंतन सुख lab हेय हळुवार बोल तुझे अजूनही मंत्रमुग्ध करती

I want to live not just exist I only wanted to have a friend Talking about the day gone by ,from start till the end Letting  my heart flutter all  the way Waiting for your reactions play away. Deep down I must have always known That it would be inevitable to let go and strive alone I know I'm not the only one Who is in this struggled situation Feeling pain deep inside the heart and lost  in my own cocoon with endless trepidations . I wish I could see you a little more Leaving my heart not so sore I feel like my life is passing by And all I can do is watch and cry I miss you , I miss your feel This wounded heart is hard to heal Life once was a celebration Don't know how it came to such an altercation? With my smooth flowing  boat now struggling to sail.. Alienating my familiar streets to untrodden paths and trails. I wipe my tears and watch the rainbow The pot of wealth under , will it  stay or will it go? I want to reach there, I want to grab that for

हलकेच तिची बट कोण सावरुनी गेले  ? मधाळ ओठांना कोण चूम्बूनी गेले ? पाषाणातील झरा आज मारे  उंच  भरारी आकाशातील इंद्रधनू मात्र धरेला कवेत घ्याया  झेपवी. घट्ट बाहू  थकले उचलुनी अगणित  ओझे मणामणाचे ऋण लेवून मन  मात्र अतीव सझले कोणाची चाहूल होती ती,  कोण  बरे हुंकारले ? हुरहुरत्या मनाला  हे सोपेच कोडे ना उलगडे  निपचित कायेवरुनी जणू हळुवार  मोरपीस फिरले  अंधारातील साउली  ला आज चैतन्य हे लाभले अंधारातील साउली  ला आज चैतन्य हे लाभले... मनीषा पुरंदरे ४.१०.१५ WGC

Thousand kisses deep Soak me in the sunshine , drown me in your arms. Take me far and beyond this world of charms. These luscious lips are  longing  for you. To be submerged in shiny drops of gentle dew. Unheeding to the chaos around But consious of the heart within. Let me be swamped in the warmth of your embrace. Nurturing us through thick and thin. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep A thousand kisses deep MP Sleepless in WGC.. 11.10.15 12.30 am

A dream come true As I sauntered along the 'La ramblas' Heard  the "three Musicians " play. 'Asleep' was 'the blue' melancholy Painting 'the dream'  by the day. I cast my eye to the right of the street And stood there to get a view 'Casa Battlo' said the name Where straight lines were scanty and few. 'Art Nouveau 'personified ,spoke through the oval windows Flowing sculpted stone with astonishing tracery. Looked so magical and astounding. . A true confluence of engineering and artistry. My journey continued to Sagrada familia Passion,glory and nativity standing erect and tall.  Gigantic  tall columns, narrow spiral staircases and self lighting altar. Neatly carved walls and not a sign of a  scrawl. Bald calcareous rocks wrapped in luscious  greenery. That's Montserrat Monastery for you. "A pearl set in emeralds," ...Alhambra Palace . Decorated with arabesque art and plain lines very few. I

Desolate, sad and bereft is my mind after hearing about The incessant, ruthless massacre of innocent school kids. Peshawar school…where even revenge,  and recrimination Hung their heads in shame, and mortification. Hundreds of school bags lay orphaned The desks shocked and stunned. The streets of humanity silent and deafened By the piercing screams of the captive children The air pervaded with acrid stench And their little hearts with trepidation, Watching their beloved teacher being set alight In the name of unpardoning religion. Walls riddled with bullet holes, Classroom floors painted with blood Blasted rooms, blighted plants, Hallways littered with bodies long dead. Once just a sect has now demonised into Taliban Transformed is the meek, unassuming political pawn. Senseless, unspeakably brutal, dastardly was the attack Time has come to take stern steps to cope with the aftermath. Curse will the sobbing mothers Denunciate will the saddened fathers. “All you cru

Roy hindi movie starts impressively in a posh Ahuja towers of Mumbai and takes the audience to even more lavish Malacca island in Malaysia. The luxurious beach front villas tucked inside a lush green mesh of palm trees and lined by beauticious silver sand coastline is a treat to one's eyes. The striking starcast, soulful songs sung by Arjeet Singh increases the audience's  avarice for entertainment. But alas..! the film ceases to fulfil any of it. Starts as a slow paced, dreamy,   piece of art but soon digresses into a lacklustre, lumbering piece of narration. Jacqueline's cool appearance, Arjun Rampal and Ranbeer Kapoor's handsome looks fail misersably to save this sinking ship. More slow paced than a tranquillised tortoise, it does not meet one's expectations of a  suspense movie. ..

Softness of the petals and the dew in it's arms  Azure of the sky with the luminous clouds The riverbanks studded with sprawling lush farms The birds twitter both silent and aloud . My kids with their gleaming smiles Cheerful and kind friends Diligent and caring partner Thank you mom and dad for bringing me into this world. Thank you Lord for gifting me with this precious gift of Life.... Amen Dedicated to my family & friends MP WGC 17.2.15

Ashach santapt ratri Jeev usaasun yeto Nipchit padalelya shwaanaala halooch dankh maroon jato. Tapt veesh he ,pun amrutaapari god laage Supt  ahumaala hya kelechi tyaane jaage Daanyatil khadyaapramane jagane nakose vaatey Nirabhr aakaashaat ek kaala dhug daatey Sampel ka kadhi hey shoshan jaatil ka hey tomaney Ata haati apulyaach aahe badalney he jeevan gane Surrat yeu det saare he Bol Thaook aahe tijala aayu shyaache kharey mol Aayushyaache khare mol 1.9.2011 Riverside parks Hamble 4.58am

Blinking road lamps freezing with the dusk, frozen is my mind with wintery musk the lowtide forlones the receding grace, slipping through the fingers trodding the lace foot in the darkness receding farther, wind on the bastion writing the charter a moment to cherish groping with lips, something to yore someting no more...   MKP Paris 17.3.2006

A day begins with lots of sunshine ,  the fresh aroma of coffee and promises. But do the dreams and desires actually get fulfilled?  Do they not just stand out like a fly in a spider web and then stay stuck to it forever? the carcass of a dead fly in a web is no different than aspirations and dreams that remain unfulfilled .  Atleast the fly serves a purpose , purpose of satisfying the spider's hunger . A life not wasted after all ! But the unfulfilled desires and dreams leave behind a trail of sorrow and emptiness .  Is it because they are a bit OTT or simply because the dreamer is not capable enough to fulfill them?  The latter appears a bit down to earth and honest explanation , doesn't it? The void continues , the yearning persists  but the truth remains unknown , unchallenged . EOB  London  3.3. 2012   

Merging in the madness, going  with the flow Surfing on the moods of both high and low Dreamy eyed and with her beaux Gently she glides in his magical glow. Stepping into their  mystical world Eroticism and happiness impearled Striding in the sphere of romance unfurled Galloping with ardour and sight so loved. Conquering the hesitation Speeding up beyond the momentum With a thumping heart and imagination  She deliquesces in his soulful affection. MKP WGC 23.2.15

London King's Cross Station. Love everything about it. Thought of writing few lines whilst there.... The train hooted , loud and sound She was oblivious to the hurly - burly around. With great intent she continued to read her book Engrossed,absorbed , bewildered was her look. The sweet and earthy aroma filled the air The incautious latte gave it a stylish flair. Engineering and architecture blended at the horizon Panache and style exhuberating from each of it's ion. Such was the statement made by the canopy Transforming the concourse into a piece of fantasy. Just as she tidied her auburn curls The bangles cascaded in a smooth, pretty twirl The music of the piano reached a supreme crescendo She sat through all of it like an ' eye of the tornado' She sat through all of it like an ' eye of the tornado'... ..... Maneesha Purandare  WGC 18.2.15

Sublimity Her buturyceous body lay listless on the ground Few ragged breaths made people confound. Between life and death did she oscillate His saving faith and prayers did perpetuate. He encased her in his arms of benovelence. Breathed in her a breath of prudence. Saved was she from the clutches of cessation. He struck back on his enemy with solid retribution. Smitten was she by his courage and valliance Mesmerised and dazed by his powerful radiance She lovingly adorned him with his red armour Transformed was he into an epitome of ardour He moved with his sword with a lightning speed Turning the battle into show of desire and deed. Today neither was she a courtesan nor just his paramour She was his soul mate , his eternal love and his lady demure. Decisive and glorious was his victory in the war Her celebrations for him were nothing but display galore. The room was suffused with redolence and radiance Aureate candlelight adding to the exquis