Poems ,Stories and lot more .. By Maneesha Purandare

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 ...

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...

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