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 Nov 2015 soumya mandal
Rumi
My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean



my friends have become strangers

and I’m surrounded by enemies

But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me



I’m at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances



Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world



I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers
 Nov 2015 soumya mandal
Rumi
Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.



Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.



Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.
 Nov 2015 soumya mandal
Rumi
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
Throwback though it's not Thursday,
I miss you like it's mondays.
Your skin that
touches mine,
from green to blue
yours to mine
ours that i treasure,
hours that doesnt need
to be measured.
May be i came far from home
*** lately ave been so alone
But then it's crazy
How I cn feel you ride along
Tell me if this is love,  love love love
That I feel
Or am just lost
In moments that ain't real
Or my thoughts
Is this love or its not.
And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run
the title is a thought for after the poem
 Jan 2015 soumya mandal
GGA
Nothing
 Jan 2015 soumya mandal
GGA
Nothing
behind my back
nothing was said,
Indeed!
Nothing keeps coming back to me
nothing sweet,
no, not these.
Nothing, nothing,
behind my back.
Oh, please.
 Nov 2014 soumya mandal
NARMONSEA
Encased, wrapped by delicate hands,
A gift, for months it had been planned,
For me as a reminder of our connection.

Decorated with glitter and gold,
A deck of painted cards that told,
"52 Things I Like About You."

Colored paper and animal drawings,
A little lovely journal showing,
All the adventures that we've had together.

"You like me. I like you. Let's be together forever.
You were the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Stay with me. You're all I need in this world."


Oh I remember, the thoughts that raced
Through my head whilst in your embrace:

"I want to be with this girl forever.
I want to love her, support her, and be with her
Every moment that I can.
I will stand by her side and take her with me through
Ups, downs and many different hardships.
And we will triumph. Because we have each other.
She was, is and will always be my everything."


I could view a year's worth of memories with you through this gift.
All the happiness, the joy, the laughter and the fun times.

And now I have to throw it away.
Such times end eventually.

It's been half a year since I had no one to embrace.
No hand to hold.
No partner to support.
No one to keep me up on my feet.
No one to catch me when I fall.
No one to stay by my side.

So it shall be, all things must end.
I have to throw this gift away.

Why can't I?

I'm still holding it. Why?
I'm tearing up. Why?
My vision's getting blurry. A stream, a flood.
A cry from the inside, hands shaking.
My emotions are killing me.

Stop. Please.
You're long gone.
Why are you still here with me?


This gift is keeping you here.
I have to throw this away.
I need to throw this away.

But I can't.

*I just can't.
Found an anniversary present from an old flame.
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