by Debasish Mondol
I don’t chase poetry—
it finds me, quietly,
like a whisper in the rain.
Sometimes it’s a memory,
sometimes a longing,
sometimes just a single word
from another poet,
like Emily Dickinson,
that opens the floodgates of my heart.
I write because feelings
are too heavy to hold in silence.
I write because some love stories
live only in imagination.
Some heartbreaks need no explanation—
only a line,
a metaphor,
a moonlit stanza
to exist.
When I wrote Fairy in the Rain,
it wasn’t just a poem—
it was a vision:
of beauty dancing in sorrow,
of love blooming in the storm.
Poetry is my language
when ordinary words fail me.
It is how I survive,
how I remember,
how I offer a part of my soul
to the world—
and hope someone says,
“Yes, I’ve felt this too.”
