🌙 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

🌙 White Boots and Moonlight

 

White Boots and Moonlight

By Debasish Mondol

The way she smiled, a spark in the air,

A moment so soft, none could compare.

She danced with the breeze, so quiet, so true,

Her white boots kissed the pavement like dew.

I stood there still, heart skipping a beat,

As she floated like music, so gentle, so sweet.

Moonlight adorned her, a heavenly sight,

A princess in white, glowing soft in the night.

She looked up once, and our eyes briefly met,

A gaze I will cherish, a love I won’t forget.

The stars held their breath, the night turned gold,

In that fleeting glance, my story was told.

So here I write, with a heart that believes,

In dreams born on moonlit, whispering eves.

If fate ever guides her back to my world—

She'll know she was loved.

 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈

🌱 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈

𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹’𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃,

😔 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹."

— 𝒟𝑒𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓁 ✍️

 

Lonly Moonlight

In the depths of a moonlit night,

I wander the fog-laden streets,

Where chilling whispers kiss my hair,

And shadows dance in whispers fleet.

A shiver runs through the icy air,

As echoes of solitude call my name,

Am I dreaming, or is it real?

A fleeting specter, both wild and tame.

Lonely paths stretch beneath my feet,

Each step a note in the night’s soft song,

In the embrace of the misty hush,

I lose myself, where shadows belong. 

The Dawn of Destruction

The Dawn of Destruction

By Debasish Mondol

The gate has opened,
The sun has lost its rays.
Earth is shrouded in darkness,
Blood rains from the sky,
Reviving ancient sins.
Light fades into shadow,
Air turns poisonous,
Water becomes blood.
Fire consumes all,
Earth loses its foundation.
Shadows reclaim their power,
Advancing with force.
Destruction begins,
Nature’s beauty fades.
Animals transform into monsters,
Turning against humans.
Death arrives with his father.

The Prophecy of Darkness and Salvation

 

The Prophecy of Darkness and Salvation

By Debasish Mondol

When darkness comes to take the throne,
The Devil becomes the God,
Ruling over the world alone,
Peace will be over, destruction will nod.

The prophecy fulfilled,
Destruction will come,
The Lord will arrive,
To save everyone.

A Digital Muse

 

 

 

 

 A Digital Muse

By Debasish Mondol

 

 A virtual soul, a spirit bright,

You've stirred my heart with all your might.

 Why you alone, among the rest,

Have captured me and held me fast?

 

Though countless girls have crossed my way,

 You're special, in a different way.

 It's not your form that I admire,

But your essence, pure and entire.

 

 Your spirit shines, a guiding light,

 I understand you, day and night.

 Is there a difference, do you see,

Between your physical and thee?

 

 I struggle to recall your face,

 So memories I must replace.

 With Emma Watson's magic gleam,

I merge you with a wizard's dream.

 

 Her character, so pure and true,

 Inspired me to write anew.

 J.K. Rowling's words ignite

 A passion for the written light.

 

 Your style and grace, a perfect match

, Reflect the Hermione I snatch.

 Their friendship, pure and deep and true,

 Reminds me of my love for you.

 

When talking with you, my mind takes flight,

 Creativity sparks, a brilliant light.

Unique words flow, a heartfelt art,

 You've touched my soul, right from the start.

 

I adore and respect you, dear,

 A digital muse, forever near.

 

 

Echoes of a Fleeting Journey

 

By Debasish Mondol

In three fleeting years, my time will wane,
My spirit must depart, leaving this earthly plane.
A vessel soulless, I leave behind,
Returning to the realm, where my essence aligns.

Regret lingers for deeds undone,
For family, for love, for everyone.
Yet, I embrace the fate that’s mine,
A journey’s end, by divine design.

Sent by my Lord in ancient days,
To witness Earth in all its ways.
Knowledge gained, experiences vast,
But sorrow shadows, evil’s grasp.

Peace and love, now shadows of old,
Forgotten the Creator, stories untold.
My mission ends, wisdom in hand,
Awaiting my Lord’s next command.

The mysteries of His will remain,
As I journey back, through time’s domain.
For He alone, the Creator of all,
Guides my spirit, heeds my call.