Habit is a behaviour pattern acquired through frequent repetition or physiological exposure that manifests itself in regularity or increased ease of performance. Habit is the prevailing disposition or character of a person’s thoughts and feelings. Habit is a settled tendency or usual manner of behaviour. Habit is what my eyes have developed, which see you…
Tag: Love
Let’s Talk
We have picked up phones on each other,Sat at the cafe, speaking our heart out,But this time, shona, let’s talk. Let’s talk selfless,Just like the first time, we swiped right on each other. Let’s talk timeless,Just like we did from dusk to dawn. Let’s talk fearless,Just like we did in front of all odds. Let’s…
Is that love?
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…
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…
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.
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…
Dreams
Dreams, that I’ve started stitching after meeting you.Meeting you, the most unexpected blessing of my life.Blessing, for the unsung prayers.Unsung, the belief I always had.Belief, that someone will get my broken pieces together.Together, is a state I always want to be in.State, of being together.Being together is what I always believed in.Believed, in the unsung…
All he had, was some queries
On a fatal summer night, every floor of the house, bolting them inside, was under the comfort of their ceiling fans and water coolers. Television was at its highest decibel, competing and trying to suppress the neighbour’s cacophony. Between all these, Aarav was trying to complete his homework. Playful, kind-hearted, cultured, sweet, cute, pure at…
ANKUR MONDAL 