Authors Name - Preeti S Manaktala Book Name - Airavata Story Title - The Little Zola Author's Introduction -Preeti S.Manaktala is currently serving as In-House Poetry Editor of Chrysanthemum Chronicles - a reputed publication house and online journal. She is a published author, poet, blogger and a contributing writer to various online sites. She has... Continue Reading →
I call the past my learning journal It has taught me things like no other from lessons on life and lessons on love lessons on time and lessons to shove.. I have erred and flawed, hurt and bawled Stood up to fight and sometimes surrendered To the lessons and learnings that past has rendered.. Yes... Continue Reading →
On a quest to search you— many questions still remain unanswered.You, a stranger, an enigma and mystical. I wonder who you really are? Not again, don’t step into my thoughts.Shall I let go of my quest, as you seem too far.You stir my being, question my journey.I long to touch you, you the stranger! Shall I seek... Continue Reading →
A seed is planted knowingly, sometimes unknowingly It stays dormant for a while So you pass the deed into oblivion And walk on your desired chosen path .. A failure , a loss cometh You don’t know who to blame And point fingers every where Blame destiny - blame luck. Whilst the devils inside you... Continue Reading →
Darn ! I am too sensitive I am scared of water and claustrophobic too feel edgy in a place with bad vibes and energies I sense them all I have the urge to get away from all the negativity around To connect with myself and the universe need to head out soon to the... Continue Reading →
19 years of playing Tom & Jerry stunts 26 years of camaraderie , oh what fun ! Love interruptions , ergo some egos and fights. melange of episodes of care and sacrifice. Some truths and some inevitable lies, bonding us together nonetheless with lots of smiles.. We changed, evolved as we welcomed two souls, who... Continue Reading →
Tonight I start a new book. This book on deathI am Intrigued by it, I too will face her one day. Lost my dad to this mystery two years backI wonder where he is now and is he smiling now?The illness took away his smile, he didn’t smile for many weeks before his death.He was... Continue Reading →
P O E T R Y P is Poignant yet Polite and oh so Proud oh himself seems a Passionate Prudent Person just like me. Living happily in his own Paradise I live with these traits. No wonder even my name starts with a P ! O is Obese but... Continue Reading →
“I Appreciate…those spring mornings in my gardenwhen I ran behind the butterfliesamongst the fragrant flowers. I appreciate those flowers, that I plucked gently with grandma, learning their names a new each day. Still remember the soft touch of those petals and the pricks of the hidden thorns, teaching me to practice caution even while being... Continue Reading →
One Evening in 1996 you came on your bike as I waited under the gulmohar took out a red rose from inside your shirt and a black and white cassette. You didn’t yet confess you love me yet I saw it coming real soon I was just 17 then Naïve and already in love... Continue Reading →
My Life Is My Making 
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