The strings of old guitar
pale & feeble page from the past
dusting off the layer of time, it lay
under the cover of dreamy cast

resonating vibrations of strumming string
recollecting forgotten melodies to set it start
slowly slowly the rhythm picks up
voicing the ones left in draft

touch of strings sets the pulse high
gravity falls apart
music serves the soul
wishful light ruptures from the mournful dark

Magic fills the room
time has travelled far
separation couldn't seperate us
me and my old guitar.

x


Manisha

Deserted dry land
Bodering the princely state
There once lived
A king unconquered till date

Never did he surrendered his will
The glance at the beauty clear as milk
Diamond eyes and smile as fresh as spring
Heart slipped wrapped up in royal silk

pincess Hadi, greeted his love
Together bonded forever in bliss until,the bells of danger started to ring
And it was time for a good bye kiss

Duty or love he had to weigh
Said to her, he might rather stay
Bold Queen Radi had rajput blood
Convinced her husband to serve nation first
Reluctant he, agreed to the terms
Asking for a love token to take
Radi the queen surprised him when
Served him, her beheaded head
So that nothing could come between him and the nation at stake


Manisha

Me- come near me
Why do you fear
I will write sweet
And will try to be clear

Paper- you liar
You'll draw circles
Until I die in pain
Roll in to ***** and straight
in to drain

Me- No dear friend
I Shall explain love
And soltitude and discuss
pain
Or probably it's easy to write
about rain

Paper- my destiny
Is in your hands
I shall rot in dustbin
Or shine on wall in a golden
frame

Me- muses are resting
At a far away land
Till then bear my friend
If I write anything insane

x


Manisha

Sitting on chair
Thoughts piling high to the roof
Crushing paper to *****
Not listening to the words

Concentric vicious circles of deep desires
Rhythmic marching death of wisdom
Blank sheets torn and flying in air
Resembling the state of puzzled sense

Motives of physical being is unfulfilled
Ink of heart and brain is dried
Leaving only stains of memory
When Stabbed with a pen




Manisha

My small hut of dreams
surviving all alone atop of hill
covered all around with huge deodar trees
of muddy wall and slanting roof sill

Ginger and cardamom tea
near the orange fire place
reading journals
I will live , capturing the first snow in days

freshly baked potato in oven clay
sprinkled rock salt with melted cheese
fragrant leaves of corainder
lingers on and stays

sweet and sour taste of wine
from the close by farm of grapes
friends and family gather everynight
over dinner and United prays

bells echoing mystery in the air
far from the temples on a difficult mountain
where path to heavens looks reachable
trekking the rocks in sun and in rain


Manisha

Drop by drop
How it was done 
Condolence ripped eyes
Forever in the dusky light

Marching soldiers like water glides
Country by country for the moments pride
Still digging and digging for the new way
Like ant's used to do near a cozy place

Elephants were humble to nod and stay
Loosing temper was not his game
Like pond still and shinning on a full moon day

Meteors fall just to burn in the way
Bam.. explosion
If they land to celebrate a day
Elephants might not live to sing
A Happy.... happy Birthday 

Who might survive
I guess ant's would stay
Coz they'll be hiding in their cave


Manisha

Best are those whom you meet by chance
when you cared less and free from heart
everyone stood equal and no one apart
it was easy moving with flow with no draft

through the happy and through the sad
from chirpy loud to silence
you withstood by me
immense patience bottled inside you had

nothing did I leave to not turn you upset
out of mind and puzzled in my own quest
like a rock in cold and night
I am indebted with your gestures of not taking a flight

I have never seen discontentment in you
you had been so constant in my life
Words fall short to explain somethings
so I'll just say a Thanks to you



Manisha