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Hi folks,

Just a quick update. I seem to have a penchant for relocating; hence the site has now relocated to http://www.manojramani.com.

All my posts and the details about the new book: “Fairy Tales: Love, Hate and Hubris” can be found there.

Look forward to hearing from you.

Manoj…

The first toast

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I hear the church bells ring

The old door creaks as they walk through

These folks who drove all the way

To be here just for our special day

 

They rest now in neat wooden lines

Hushed words swirl through the sweet air

Your girls chuckle at your anxious sighs

As you add that final touch of flair

 

Outside the window my head’s sunk low

I am shifting my feet along the green grass

Pop’s filling me on all I should know

Says I better take care of his wicked lass

 

I look up; look straight; nervously meet his glare

Say, this is me; and there ain’t nothing to hide

Then we turn; my joy, his smile wry

As you come down the aisle; my beautiful bride

 

Now words have been my thing

Coz you’ve been my inspiration

But next to you, thinking of the life to come

My tongue’s frozen in anticipation

So I fumble through my pocket

Searching for those vows on a page

You hold them in your hand

Wink, as I say, I am yours for every age

 

When we stroll down arm in arm

This rice the crowd flings

By the side your gramp’s a bit high

We grab a shot with the others

Watch him get down, dirty and sing

 

Then in my car we sit

All set to hit the coast

But Pops clinks his glass

To love, he seeks our first toast

 

Girl, in my head are buzzing

A million brittle thoughts

Only, a rare fool lives the dream

That he’s forever sought

So I stand and smile

Yeah I say all that’s true

Raise the glass; kiss your lips

Whisper, I love you…

Life and love…

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She’s standing by the doorway

This last time around

Your silence does the talking

There ain’t need for a sound

Tonight’s the night for the dance

That’s been a long time coming

Once there used to be a reason to ask

Now there’s no need for persuading

 

Coz life has an odd way

Of letting you down

All the tales that you’ve woven

Are strange when they come around

 

Now your fingers tangled with each other

Your hearts are moving as one

These rules no longer bother

What’s done is long gone done

For those lost, treasured chances

Once again you both dive

In the warmth of those arms

You breathe; she comes alive

 

Coz love has an odd way

Of letting you down

All the dreams that you’ve chosen

Remain lost and found

 

Now these times are changing

As the clock strikes the hour

Not a wish lasts forever

Even the one on a falling star

And then you kiss goodbye

Yeah you laugh; you lie

Hold your breath for a moment

As to other worlds you each do fly

 

Coz life has an odd way

Of letting you down

All the tales that you’ve woven

Are strange when they come around

Yeah love has an odd way

Of letting you down

All the dreams that you’ve chosen

Remain lost and found

A hair dare

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It’s been a long while

To that day when we met

In the years that have gone by

We’ve shared such joy

And there’s been that regret

When we found ourselves

Trapped within life’s merry-go-round

Spun together; spun alone

For the want of these dreams

These hopes and loves we chase

Did you know that you and I

Yeah, the two of us

Would wind up in this strange place

 

There’s a comfort in our discomfort

An ease in this unease

In the wishes we claim

And the favors we offer

Never do I thank

You never say please

So today you ask again

Cloaked as a whimsical dare

Say can you ponder, Mr. writer

About a simple lock of hair

I stop to think; I hem and haw

Let the images flash through

Wonder what from them I draw

 

Down your face they come cascading

A sweet veil over your eyes

Behind them you smile

They’re your excuse; your lies

But these things I dare say

Coz that’s just not our way

But girl I wish you could know

That these games that we’ve played

How they’ve made my ends fray

For as we go through our days

Some stumbling; some gliding

Another knot today we unshackle

Through your wicked little chuckle

As you laugh at my age

And the line atop that’s receding