Saturday, June 28, 2025

πŸŒ™ Why I Write Poetry



 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.”



 Let the sweet scent of blooming roses fill the air,

As the wind gently kisses her hair.

Let honeyed rains witness our wild night,

Rowing through luxury, adrift in moonlit delight.
Debasish Mondol



Fairy in the Rain


Let the wind caress your hair so gently,

As I watch you silently, secretly.

Your soft pink lips enchant my soul—

A silent call I can't control.

The sky now wears a cloak of gray,

And blessing drops begin to play.

The flowers sway, the trees all sing,

As raindrops kiss your glistening skin.

You dance beneath the cloudy skies,

A fairy born of whispered sighs.

The sparkle deep within your eyes

Feels like a tale where true love lies.

Your scent—a spell both wild and sweet,

Pulls me close, knocks me off my feet.

Oh beloved, won’t you dance with me,

And spin forever, wild and free?

Debasish Mondol