By
Suchismita Ghoshal in
Poetry |
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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
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
By
Suchismita Ghoshal in
Poetry |
Reads: 579 |
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: 1,015 |
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: 903 |
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
By
Suchismita Ghoshal in
Poetry |
Reads: 947 |
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
