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Manish Ranjan
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Intelligent, hardworking, adventurous, caring and romantic- I think these five words are enough to describe me :-)
Intelligent, hardworking, adventurous, caring and romantic- I think these five words are enough to describe me :-)

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At the end of the tunnel

Into the darkness I treaded, pitch dark, filthy and stone cold.
I knew not how I ended up there- it had no beginning and no end.
I knew not if my shadow followed me or had deserted me.
I just walked agonizingly slow, a bit scared and full of incredulity.

I felt myself shabby- my body wrapped in rags and full of dirt…
My face full of blood and sweat, my fingers with long end nails.
I wondered if it was a dream; I punched myself to wake up.
It hurt and so did the reality- as I kept my feet moving frontward.

There was a scary quietude and only my footsteps kept echoing…
I paused for a moment and tried to listen for one sole voice…
But there was just stillness- like in the gated grave yards…
I shouted out loud and its echo spread and faded into silence…

There was no back and there was not front- I just strolled…
Into further slumping darkness… into magnified hopelessness… 
I trudged till my feet bled- hitting my head and kicking the walls…
I pleaded for an end… for a ray of hope or a hand of guidance… 

I cried for my love… I begged for forgiveness for my sins…
I made a thousand promises and yelled a thousand curses…
My bloody and sweaty face now had tears of penitence…
As I walked like a sinner, and cried endlessly like an orphan…

Now I started praying for my love, and for her happiness.
I started forgiving one and all for the wrongdoings and selfishness…
I said a thousand sorries to one and all whom I had hurt…
For once in my life I killed my ego and heard the sound of silence…

But I hadn’t stopped yet; my legs had somehow gained vigor…
I now walked a free man in a godforsaken pitch black tunnel… 
I had an enigmatic smile on my parched lips and a glitter in my eyes…
I now see an end to the tunnel - my love waiting, basking in love-light.
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THE LITTLE FUGITIVE | A PROTEST AGAINST FEMALE FOETICIDE

One Sunday morning, I heard a blunt knock on the door…
My eyes were heavy and filled with sloth and sleep…
I chose to ignore it and slipped down again into my dreams…
The sunlight falling into my face, I turned to avoid those beams…

There was a knock again… This time, with more vigor and impatience…
Agitated, I woke up from my coziness and headed for the door…
I was about to yell as I opened my creaking, noisy wooden entrance…
But my anger melted… empathy filled in, to see a little girl on the floor…

She looked up as I stood tall in front, with her big blue eyes.
I could see her inexplicable pain and unknown inevitable fear.
I picked her up onto my lap, and asked-“What is it my dear?”
She looked at me with an estranged silence… knew not why she’s here.

I tried to pacify her, to let her feel at home and not scared…
“Don’t worry kid!” – I said. “Everything will be alright my dear”
She still had a skeptic look, she still seemed unresolved…
I held her hand and gave her a chocolate, wiped her sole tear.

“Are you lost my little one?” – I asked caressing her head…
She nodded gently and her tears slowly reappeared…
“Worry not!” – I whispered. “I’ll take you back to your home”
She stepped back and folded her hands… “No, not back there!”

I asked her patting her cheek: “Why… Are you angry with your dad?”
She advertently nodded and said: “He beat mom… He’ll kill me!”
“Why would he kill you?” – I asked. “You are such a sweet kid!”
“He will kill me and mom… Because, I am a girl… That is my felony…”

Here she was, a beautiful little angel… out in this world of prejudice…
She was a young refugee… an escapee from the societal penitentiary…
Running away from this male-dominated misogynist savage world…
She was scared but had the will to survive- She was a sweet little fugitive.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015
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THE CROSSROAD

She stepped onto the lonely street with a heavy heart
Her eyes laden with droplets of pain, she walked in haste
She trudged past her favorite coffee shop wiping her tears
She wanted to break free… leave behind her past and walk away…

She walked and walked… She didn’t wish to stop…
Driven by her unbearable pain, fueled by her strong resolve…
She walked past everyone and everything she knew…
She walked past her dreams… She walked past her love…

She didn’t look ahead… neither did she look behind…
She just treaded ahead… her thoughts pushed her forth…
Her broken heart beat fast… rushing agitated blood through her…
Her eyes were now dry… there were now droplets of sweat…

“I hate him!” – She said to herself. “I hate everything.”
“I will never come back!” – She murmured in angst.
She paused for a moment to catch her breath
“How could he?”- She thought and then again she rushed ahead…

She was not alone… Her broken heart was walking with her…
There was a constant combat in her thoughts; a turbulent soul…
There was anger-a rebellion, and there was love-awhile lost.
There was sadness and hopelessness- her journey towards unknown…

But she walked and walked… sometimes slow and sometimes fast…
There was no certain direction… and there was no destination…
But she walked… her legs now hurt… her boots now prickled…
There seemed no end of the road ahead and no end behind…

Her steps were now heavy… her breath was now leaving her…
Her journey came to a halt as her heart now beat for the past…
She looked ahead... there was an unforeseen crossroad in her path…
She was panting… she was dehydrating… She had to stop at last…

One road lead dauntingly uphill… one lead scarily downhill…
One lead to the endless woods and the other was just behind…
She felt lonely and scared… She felt like looking behind for a while…
She turned around slowly… He was there- Her Love… all the way along…
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A BROKEN HEART WALKING ASHORE

I was a lonely soul wandering, and lost amidst the crowd.
Wherever I looked, I could see souls in love, holding each other…
Whispering to each other, untold and unending words of intimacy…
Even in the deafening noise of the crowd, every word was heard.

I would walk all along, aloof, with a hope and faith in time
That someday, she will come across me- I would dream…
In a red dress… caressing and playing with her stranded hair
Looking into my eyes as she passes by, and end it with a grin

I wondered when she would appear from the womb of the crowd
I wondered if she would be all alone… like me… waiting…
Looking for someone- a soul mate, as I do… and then…
When we cross each other, there will be a flash of magic

I walked alone again today, amidst the celebrating flock
I could see pretty faces… happy faces of couples as they meet
This time I felt terribly lonely… I walked my steps faster
I trudged to the beach a couple of blocks from the street

I could hear the festivity fade away slowly, gradually.
I could now hear the roars of the mighty ocean
Waves looked shiny white, as the sea wind blew across 
Bringing me inner peace and settling my turbulent anxiety.  

And then I saw you… lost in thoughts… walking towards me…
Against the wind as you struggled in the wet sand
I didn’t pause this time… I knew not why… I couldn’t…
And walked steadily towards you… flash of magic I wished… 

You now rushed closer… You looked in terrible fear…
You hurryingly whispered… ‘Could you walk me home?’
‘I feel lonely and I feel scared… Would you come along?’
I knew in my heart, it was you, who I waited for so long!

I said softly… ‘Don’t be scared. I will be with you’
And my soul whispered to hers… ‘I will always be there for you’
I walked you to your door… and I said nothing more…
Silently I listened to the story of a broken heart, walking ashore.
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The Chained Soul

Sometimes… I look in the mirror… and see my inner self…
Tied with shackles of past, prejudice and penitence…
I struggle hard to break free… and leave behind… this broken self…
But I know not why… I lack the strength… the motivation and sanguineness…

Every day… in my dream, I would see myself… growing weaker and fragile…
Like this lonely heart… shattered… a countless pieces… scattered…
But in my dream, I see a hand… The Hand of an angel… soft but not frail…
That pulls me… with all her strength… but the demonic shackles won’t break but clatter…

These fetters try to hold me back into the darkness… endlessly… shamelessly…
But that hand tries harder… and my hands bleed… I cry… not out of pain…
I cry… because I had started liking the darkness… and this hand was pulling me away…
Because I found love in these shackles which won’t let me go… and pull me back again…

This hand, then holds mine… tighter… to let me know that she is with me…
That I need not worry… and that I need not be scared… she wants me to hold onto it…
I start feeling the strength… I start regaining the faith… in her and in me…
I then, give my all and break those chains… and then I see the light and my angel’s smile…

But then my dream ends, and I still find myself in chains and pitch-black darkness…
I cry for her… my angel … but she wouldn’t come… and I wait sleeplessly… hopelessly…
But today… I saw that hand again… It’s not a dream this time…
Today… I gave into her powers and charms… and she has finally set me free…

© Manish Ranjan, 2014

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Love and the Ocean

Every evening we’d walk to that secluded beach… holding each other's hands
We’d sit there for hours and talking about feelings, worries, love and beyond…
Admiring the vastness of the ocean and perplexed by its unknown depths…
The ocean, a lot similar to our love – was profound and boundless…

We had a special spot, marked by a heart shaped rock…
We had skillfully etched our names on it… making it symbolic…
Every evening we would watch the sunset and make a thousand promises…
Waves just reaching and feeling our feet- instilling peace and quiescence…

Many-a-couple would etch their names on the sand…
And the ocean would wash it away… sometime during the night…
But our heart shaped rock with our names… she wouldn’t harm it… ever…
As if, she wanted it to be there… as if she loved to see us together…

We both loved the sunset… and I loved watching her in tranquility and peace…
I loved to watch her hair flow, like the waves of the ocean, along with the breeze…
I loved her beautiful eyes looking beyond… and that serene smile on her face…
As it’d fill my heart with more and more love… and I would kiss her on her lips…

But a year later, things changed… we left each other… breaking our hearts…
I stopped walking to the beach… stayed back spending lonely evenings…
It had been months since we had last visited our favorite spot…
I wondered how that place looked like… and if our love-rock was still there…

So that day I decided to break-free from my room of loneliness…
And walked aloof to the beach… everything flashed back… our love and togetherness…
And when I reached there, that rock was missing… I looked for it everywhere…
Like the names of lovers on the sand… the ocean had finally, washed it away…
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Our First Kiss

I looked into your beautiful, blue eyes… as they explored mine…
Trying to read my thoughts… probing my feelings and hidden diffidence…
As you held my hands tight… sprouting care… vitalizing love…
I could feel your breath… loaded with freshness and floral redolence…

I could hear your heartbeat… amidst that imposing silence…
I could feel the closeness… and the warmth… caressing me softly…
As you closed into my torso… as if longing for a special hug…
I could feel a wave of happiness and amore flowing all over me…

I could see your face turning pink… I could see your lips growing…
Our hearts beating together… as if dancing to a beautiful rhythm…
I could see your eyes sealing, as your face came closer to mine…
And in a moment of passion… our lips met… sparkling love divine…   

I could feel your desire… I could feel your inert storm… amplifying…
I could feel your longing… I could feel the pleasure… intensifying…
As our bodies crushed each other… our souls desiring unison…
I could feel your softness… and the enormity of your sea of emotion…

As our lips grappled in passion… a tiny little tear rolled out of your eyes…
It brought with it a privy pain… that you hid in your beautiful heart…
I could feel it unraveling… your mystic feelings… in pain and in pleasure…
With the intensity magnifying… unveiling your endless love, I treasure…

That was a dreamy moment… when everything else had paused…
A moment filled with boundless love and passion… all set free…
As you smiled and turned pink… and our lips locked in immortal bliss…
But that lonely drop of tear… of pain and ecstasy… had glorified our first kiss…
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I do believe in Angels

I had my bags packed… I was leaving for my boarding school…
I had tears in my eyes… I wished to hide them… I wished I could stay…
She came to me… with a smile… and whispered… softly…
And promised… that she’ll come down to see me… and kissed me…

I felt happy… I felt strong… I walked away… far away from home…
As I looked back… I could still see her… smiling and waving…
My heart was heavy and fragile… but I wanted to be strong…
I stumbled… I heard a cry… I looked back… but there was a smile…

As I was driven away… memories of my holidays flashed…
How much I messed everything… and how much I troubled…
She never complained… in silence she cleaned up… everytime… everyday…
And with her smile… she would make all my troubles… all my pain… go away…

One day I had crossed the line… I said something in anger…
She lost her calm… and scolded me like I was no one…
I had my bags packed… secretly… and I left in the evening…
Away from her… into the dense-dark jungle… faraway from everything…

I had heard… that there was an angel afar… beyond that demonic jungle…
I walked my tiny steps fast… I didn’t look behind… I didn’t wish to…
I wanted to meet that angel… she would give me happiness and love…
I walked for hours… didn’t stop a while… I was thirsty… but no one would serve…

I walked till I saw a temple… I could see nobody around…
I felt I had reached the abode of that angel…
I dragged my body up the stairs… I heard the temple bell…
A few more steps… and I would be happy… I thought…

I reached the gate… jumped to touch the bell…
I couldn’t… and that bell kept moving away from me…
I wouldn’t give up… and kept trying… one after another…
I was resolute to see her… I didn’t wish to live in pain… thereafter…

I felt two hands around my waist… they lifted me atop…
I sounded that bell… the sound no one would have ever heard…
I came down and looked up… there stood an old man with long white hair…
Dressed in a saffron cloth… had a look of wonder behind a thick long beard…

He smiled at me… and asked gently… "What do you seek my child?"
I folded my hands and replied… that I want'd to meet the angel…
That I's tired of being scolded at home… and I wanted love…
That I wanted happiness… I wanted toys… I said with endless verve…

He smiled at me and said… "My child… I had already informed her…
She is on her way to your home…" and that I needn’t have come this far…
I felt happy… I felt grateful… and gleefully decided to run back home…
To see my gifts and my room full of toys… to meet my Goddess diva…

As I walked back… it got dark… I was scared… But I didn’t stop…
I cried her name… as I always did back at home…
I wanted to hide behind her… But she was not there…
I ran hard… my feet were bleeding… I was falling apart in despair…

I didn’t wish to see the angel anymore… I didn’t wish for toys…
I just ran fast… I just wanted to be back at home…
I could feel the jungle beasts chasing… eager to enjoy a feast …
I didn’t look back… I was scared… I ran and ran… until I reached…

I went right to her… I could see a glowing light coming from her…
I thought I might have found the angel… she had come at last…
As I walked closer… slowly… on my bleeding feet…
I could see her… she had opened her arms… she wanted to embrace me…

I now believe in angels… they are real… every lucky soul has one…
She is the one who teaches us to walk… gives us life... gives us happiness…
Sacrifices her everything… to wipe our tears… gives a shoulder to bear our pain…
She is my Mother… my angel… the Goddess sent from the heavens…
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