“I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.”― Oscar Wilde I still remember the day when I was put in front of the unknown like I was an exhibit for a show and some art appreciators had come to see me. It was the very day I was thrown into an incessant trial…
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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…
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…
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.
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…
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…
ANKUR MONDAL 