With the sound of it,I felt like calling and telling you,Here goes another rainy day without you.Today, will you come and stand next to me and complete my monsoon?Hey, it’s pouring today. Walking on the terrace, contemplating,Didn’t know what to do.All I wanted was to hold you tight and inundate with you,Hold my hands, walk…
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Witful
I was flowing in the wild, like the marram grass. Dry and gusty, and was so jaunty. You sneaked into my life, hiding in the mist. Quenching my eternal thirst, with your dripping tears. I bestowed myself with your dews of love, wilful that I will be clammy forever.
Habit
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…
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…
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…
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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…
Scared
I’m scared of my own silence,of the unanswered questions that revolve around. I’m scared of unsolvable puzzles,It’s raising levels without a completion. I’m scared of my own demon,who is killing its better half every minute. I’m scared of affection,It’s pulling me down from all directions. I’m scared of darkness,As it’s trying to make me a…
ANKUR MONDAL 