Love…I still wonder, what love really is?Still looking for the real meaning.True definition and feeling.Have I still felt it?Or it’s just an assumption, crafted by the greatest artists, made to be believed to be true.The touch, that melts the strongest of me, like a blanket of snow in heat.Is that love?Is love, all about sacrifice…
Author: ankurmondal
“My purpose is to express my soul through art, music, and words—to create beauty that heals and inspires. I exist to be a mirror and a sanctuary for those who feel unseen, unheard, or unloved—especially within the queer community and those who’ve shaped my journey. Through my presence, I offer people the freedom to be fully themselves, the courage to heal, and the dignity of being truly respected. My life is a gentle rebellion against indifference—a living example of what it means to honor humanity, one heart at a time.”
Autobiography of an Indian Gay Man from a Middle Class Family
GAY. The word has two meanings light-hearted and carefree; and homosexual. When one is brought up in the Indian society, one doesn’t learn either of these two meanings; albeit what one learns as the meaning of the word is Chakka. Any effeminate man or any man acting in a feminine way, as per Indian societal…
Custodians of the So-called-Society
A man, sitting in an air-conditioned conference room, conceptualizing and presenting a new idea: “Love your Parents.” What a brilliant thought. Parallelly, he has been getting calls from a known number, which he has been avoiding for a while now. He excuses himself from the room to come out and yells, “Don’t you get the…
The Keep Keeping it Unscathed
Your love came in a palanquin, And the day it was offered, I vowed to keep it unscathed. Here, I’m just a keep; keeping my oath from that day till my last.
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I saw the sun setting,Burning the sky,Manifesting my desires. Reflecting on my emotions,When I stood there,Holding tight to your hands. Let it bleed,Let the world see it flow,Let it slide down my cheeks, often. You burn,And come back like a phoenix,And we’ll fleet together like we always wished for.
TO WHOM I CAN BE MORE THAN ONE
On a scorching summer,I can make you feel the winter shivers;I, your man, a poet, can make you surmise. On a dry and humid day,I can make you feel the rain;I, your man, a rhymester, can make you imagine. On a boring and dull day,I can make you travel a thousand miles;I, your man, a…
Absence
Today, I wanted to cuddle between the sheets. I wanted to spread out my legs and recline, looking out the frosted glass and tracing the sliding droplets. Probably grab a steaming coffee and soak up its heat to keep me warm for the moment. I wanted to walk the countless steps down the alley, on…
Darkness Beneath Luster
I walk past the lanes, Invaded by many and countless times, Still want to invade it in my own way. Through the hours of darkness, I emerge with my glitterati, Leaving my surreal remark. They see my pass by illuminating and hoot with laughter, But they fail to see my darkness beneath the lustre.
Incomplete
You covered my sky like life with your clouds. They were bright, bubbly and smiling. You made me look good. Everyone looked up to me because of you. You made me look beautiful. Sadly, they have become dark. So, dense that even your sunshine can’t penetrate. They are so heavy with pain and emotions that…
Amidst the Harmony, he gave me Solace
“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.” ― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems Amidst my loneliness, music gives me solace. And such was the loneliness of the day, that it drew me to that concert. The melody of those unimpeachable voices pervaded…
ANKUR MONDAL 