A twig called human


A little birdie who lived in a forest for many years, was caught by a hunter and taken to town.There she met many people as she was bought and shifted through many cages.

One fine day after many months of staying captive a little boy opened her cage and she said hello to the wind again. As she returned back to her forest she was asked by her friends about her experience with humans. Here she describes them and says they are no different  but very similar to the branches found in the forest .


Oh humans ~ Oh humans !

so open yet so closed

just like few branches

I have forever known

they are twisted and turned

some are hollow and burnt

think highly of themselves

I find them with deep bends

they are soft and vulnerable

some are tough to the core

some tanned and tamed

some stout so feel ashamed

few are green yet so parched

some bare and shallow

waiting to be blessed

with forked egos and pointed fingers

some with a lot of unrest

some young one with old thoughts

seem stubborn and crooked

cracked at the focal

latching like a creeper

each of them trying to survive

in this big race called life

I wish they had wings like me

So they could soar

breath in some fresh air

I wish they could feel LIFE

as alive as it is

but alas they are just branches

with no mind of their own

they imbibe and they seal

from the known to unknown.

Branch : The daily Post.



Shine bright like a diamond


Dim are those chances 

Which aren’t shining so bright

But Heart sees the tunnel

And the end has some light

Like my chance to 

Hold a fire fly 

See a flower bloom

Climb the Mt.Everest

Tour this world or

Make wild love tonight

And go right to the moon..


Getting my childhood back

Or Sewing some human cracks

Meeting my father again

Or reviving the past 

These are a few things 

Which have slipped like the sand..



Dim are my chances of 

Scoring those lost marks

In a bygone biology project 

Close to my heart

My role in a musical play 

In school that I lost

Culprit was my failing health

Yeah , It was all my fault 


Some dim chances of mine are

Soon to fade and die

Some I can still revive

 If I earnestly do try

So , don’t let the lights go dim on you

It’s only right that you begin now

As the one that is dim now

Is still left with sparks unknown within.


From The Daily Post : Dim


Sparkles within

A Rube within.



I see too much

not much is lost

each heart beat

each action ~ each unspoken word

I sense each action with it’s reaction

I know how you feel

Your vibes are limpid to me

I draw back and withdraw on sensing the grey

I cannot ignore the warmth in a prayer

some fake it and some pretend

I pretend not to have seen

As I catch the subtle signs

and that bubble that just passed by me

Wish I didn’t see your venom

I chose to ignore some

and so faked it with my coyly smile 

I dare not tell anyone

No, I dare not offend

I know the truth that lurks behind your smile

I am worried of myself at all times

to face this world alone

It’s going to take some time

While I clean up this humongous pile

They say the world is a mirror

You only see what you hold

I must stop taking myself seriously then

Rube they would call me

If they sense what I sense..

The Daily Post Prompt : Rube

Preeti S Manaktala


Where are you now


ff_cecil061Where are you now ?

In the whispers of the night

As I glance the sky

I feel you guiding me to the Orion and to the clusters above

They hold a whole new world within , you would say..

You changed lanes and disappeared

Leaving a void never be filled

Faded into an unknown space

You left leaving your fragrance felt

But Where are you now ?

You were rare and unique

Not understood by many

Unwavering and resolute

Dewy eyed and loving

Leaving behind your wisdom your light

I pledge to let it shine and spread to many

Wish I had more time to make memories with you

More tales to tell my little ones

More laughter and hugs with you

More sharing of jokes and loves for songs

Wish I could learn some more from you

Or just sit and listen to you

I wish we had more time

But where are you now ?

Some say it’s destined

That you had to go

But I say that you had decided to go

You heard your calling and wanted to go back home

Eschewing every bond

You shared your future

And wished for another life and another place

Reminding me that the soul never dies

You were ready to decamp

But where are you now ?

I promise and pray that we will meet again soon

Somewhere in this lifetime

I shall touch your hand

And somewhere I shall see you smile

As you spread your radiant light

You will live in me forever Pa

I am sending you a copy of this

Do read and tell me if I wrote alright

I promise to be a learner always

Humble and loving to the core

And to walk as you taught

Wish to walk with you again

But where are you now…..

– Preeti Manaktala.

An Ode To My Father





I was about 6 when I drew something in school and got a star.

Proud and happy I ran to show it to mom as I reached home.

The drawing of a flower which was red

Throwing fragrance on the page.

Mom patted my back saying ‘it looks very nice’.

Suggested I must show it to dad when he returns that night.

Grinning with joy I held it close to my heart.


Evening brought a friend of mom for tea

She called me to show dear aunty my deed

I ran back to my room and carried out my possession for the day

Aunty said it’s so nice and so clear my dear.

Mom gleamed and said

‘Oh yes she is my shining star indeed’


Then something caught her attention

She ran her fingers on the leaf

With two shades of green

Who taught you to draw these lines on the leaves ?

I shrugged my shoulder and said

‘I know where they belong’ 

She pulled me with love and I curled on her lap

These are not lines mumma

But veins are they called!


She was attentive to my art

I must pay attention too

Many things I wanted to draw

To keep intact her growing awe.


Till date when I doodle mindlessly

A leaf is born somewhere in the scribble

Could it be a coincidence ?

Or her love 

Running through my veins… 


                                                    Daily Prompt : Coincidence 




So vivid yet strong

Each different from the other

It trickles my memory 

A feeling so known

This fragrance brought with it

A whiff of days bygone 

Of stories still fresh

It brings back a memory

Mostly sweet

Seldom pain

Is this some kind of factory

My olfactory sense

So sharp and precise

With many stories

Some fullfilled 

Some divine

 Acts like a time machine

Takes me to that place again

As you pass through my breath

 I reminisce we meet again

Yes , I liked you back then

  Dear Fragrance 

Is it why that you stayed ?

                                             The Daily Post : One word prompt : Fragrance

                                             Preeti Manaktala




What I take in me is Edible

It could be a resonating thought

Or knowledge I want to aquire

Or a memory that bring a smile


Praises are always edible

Food that appeals to the eye

Inspires , adds to your true growth


Meat isn’t edible

For the body nor the soul

Its nothing but a dead body on a platter

And makes you scatter


Hatred isnt edible

It like self murder

Vices were never


Add a filter

To each passing thought

To each morsel you take

Keep only the pure

Stop containing the rest.

The Daily Post : Edible