Last Words

 

Last Words

~By~ Debasish Mondol~

I have to go back to that world,

From Where I have come,

Now your words nothing matter at all.

You can't bind me, or can't catch me,

By the tears of your red ocean. 

I've already prepared thyself for the new world,

Nothing can stop me at all.

Everybody realizes when their time arrives,

Time decides the line between heaven and hell,

you probably know, it's time to go. 

To go as the king of eight, 

They will take me the kingdom by a procession,

With the blossom and holy water for Coronation,

I will be there listening to everyone's invocation,

Saints will come for Coronation,

Everything will be ended up with devotion. 

Don't worry, don't cry, and don't upset,

I will be fine as the King of black eight. 

Be the light of the darkness,

Be the knowledge for ignorance,

Be the Queen of kindness,

Don't think, you're alone,

Don't cry thou,

I'm there to thee, 

Be the inner fairest, that's my wish,

Fill my will as likely as thy will.

Girl In The White Dress

 

Girl In The White Dress

~By~ Debasish Mondol~

The girl in the white dress, Sitting on the bench. Looking at the hall, Feelings the rhyme, Her hair swings in the music, Her eyes are shut. She's looking at the roof as if she's in heaven, The sways of her body are warm and smooth, Like she's dreaming, Like she's floating, She's carefree, The rhythm has changed, Her knees have collapsed, She looks at the floor, Puts her hands on the ground, Pushing herself up, While peeking at the outside. Seems odd, Wondering someone is calling, From the outside, Looks like she's delighted, Following the whispered, Seems something magical, Waiting for her. she imagines for a moment, Then walks to the outside, Everything seems imagery, Just like a dream.

If I *_*

 

If I *_*

~By~ Debasish Mondol~

If I borrowed some time from you,

To write a rhyme for you.

If I opened my novel,

To sketch you,

Like the great painters.

If I yelled your name,

To find you.

If I told you,

I'm head over heels for you.

Like the great poets do.

If I bought wings,

To make you fly.

If I hid the moon,

To show the glow of you.

Like the source of moonlight.

If I called you rain,

Like the creator of revival.

If I called you snow,

Like the heart of winter.

Like the Princess of creation.

Do You Remember?

 

Do You Remember?

~By~ Debasish Mondol~

Do you remember our old days?
when there were just you and me.
Do you remember our first meeting?
When you were just sitting near to me.
Do you remember our first anniversary?
When you said you will never leave me.
Yet time reminds me, that was just a phrase of you.

Do you remember the street?
where we usually met.
Do you remember the bench?
Where we often sat.
Do you remember our favorite place?
There you and I, lots of time spent.
Everything is still the same, just changed old you and me.

I still miss you, miss the conversation between of two.
I miss the surrounding, that is now empty without you.
I miss the street, where we walked.
I miss the bench, where we sat.
I miss the text, that you often send.
I miss those fields, where we visited.
The old one I missed, who is still in my heart

Do you know, you are still in my heart,
That wants the old you back.
Do you know, empty Street and fields,
They want someone again to walk.
Do you know, the empty benches,
They want someone to fill the emptiness.
Can it be possible to bring back you?
where there will be only you and me.
just only you and me*_*

Will You?

 

Will You?

~By~ Debasish Mondol~

If I lost my way,
Will you help me find it?
If I walk into the fire,
Will you stop me from walking?

If I go into the water,
Will you be my boat?
If I am afraid in dark,
Will you be my light?

If I text you,
Will you reply to it?
If I knock on your door,
will you open it?

If I say I hate you,
Will you teach me how to love?
If I say I love you,
Will you love me back?