Poems ,Stories and lot more .. By Maneesha Purandare

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...

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...

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 hi...