Suchismita Ghoshal

Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth

By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | Reads: 412 | Likes: 1

I don't want to survive. I want to badly live. I want to live as pleasantly as a wide sky, that has no limit, and can express endlessly. My heart makes a thousand volt wire to burn everything down. My vocal cord now makes a cacophonous voice as nobody gave a shit to its harmony. I am extremely ang  Read More...

Published on Apr 3,2020 03:55 PM

An Open Letter to The Hungry Stray Dogs of My Locality

By Suchismita Ghoshal in General Literary | Reads: 312 | Likes: 0

To The Sheroo and Meroo of my locality, Hey kiddos! What's up? Still wagging the tails the same way you two do in front of me? You know I miss you the most now. Do you guys remember how happy I was to name you first as 'Sheroo' and 'Meroo' when you both were only toddlers of one month? I used to ge  Read More...

Published on Mar 28,2020 03:39 PM

◾The Monster Under My Bed◾

By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | Reads: 587 | Likes: 1

the monster under my bed seems very punctilious never forgets to hop in my mind and knock me down in the times of darkness. his horrendous features fear me sometimes and sometimes don't, he adores me with his unkempt nails and smother me through his recitation, a minute reflection of horrendous so  Read More...

Published on Mar 22,2020 06:52 PM


By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | Reads: 1,076 | Likes: 2

I always prefer walking by the road rather than on the two-wheelers which roar; Far away from the agony of city chaos, I find the bliss in nature’s abode. His love traces the warmth in the bed out of my tender palms;soft & cheering & giggles while see me blushing. Roads are long; full   Read More...

Published on Mar 22,2020 04:07 PM


By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | Reads: 975 | Likes: 7

The world slowly proceeds to bid adieu, Humans slowly losing grips from emotions, Wearing plastic skin of lustrous hoax, They fail to offer aubade to nature. As I sit here in my home, Thoughts aren't leaving me until I reach the tombs Of everything never got the right to survive, The touch of healin  Read More...

Published on Mar 22,2020 04:05 PM

Reflection - A Tale Of My Serene

By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | Reads: 1,004 | Likes: 5

Mild cool breeze, fleeting tunes, I sit here by the riverside all day long. The water cripples every worries & reflects the way full of merries. Celestial ambience, lush green meadow, I spend my time in my utter grief. The water pushes its mild weave away, & reflects the scene in where sola  Read More...

Published on Mar 22,2020 04:03 PM

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