#selflesslove
What do you get to be kind?
A tear that never rolls down the cheek;
A mouth that does not want to speak ;
A soul that loves to stay silent;
A smile that is never violent.
What do you get to be kind?
A heart that cares for all;
A voice that is always small;
A brain that curse itself each second;
A feeling of loneliness in the end.
What do you get to be kind?
A sorrow full of broken promise;
A scared human with trust problems;
A person who never gets loyalty;
Always an option and not a priority.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
This chill breeze approaching me,
Through My window:
This as soft as you Kissed me.
Your lips so tender and soft,
Touched my cheeks and gave a feeling of young sapling on a croft.
Loving you across the miles through this night breeze,
Sending my feelings to you across the seas.
So I let the night take my heart someday,
And carry my silent love away.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
I would lie in mud—
I would take my coat out—
I would miss an exam—
only to be sure that
you didn't get your feet *****
or that you didn't get a cold
or that you weren't alone.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC
Why does the heart feel empty?
There's so much love to give,
But none to take.
It's empty yet so heavy.
How can it be so lifeless,
And still ache?
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.
Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.
Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.
Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.
Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.
Thank you for every silenced scream.
Thank you for all your care.
Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.
Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
How lucky I feel to live for real,
melancholia that is hard to reveal
imagine.scribble. gives me chill
Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill
How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
See it in a different point of view
Cause you only got one side of me, and nothin's new
Shocking to feel a positive charge
Unusual sensation in my heart
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
Don't be surprised with a big invisible spark.
Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 8:54 AM UTC
Who gave you the idea
That love is all about romance?
Love can be towards anybody
In this massive planet
Whether it be your parents
Or grandparents
Or siblings
Or cousins and relatives
Or even friends
And apart from these people
Love can exist in other forms too
Helping an elderly gentleman or lady
Cross a busy road full of speeding vehicles?
That's love
Running a langar to feed the poor and needy?
That's love
Running an NGO to treat cancer patients
As well as rehabilitate them after treatment
And engage them in useful work?
That's love
Cancelling your job interview
To take a victim of a road accident to the hospital?
That's love
Dropping your colleague off at his/her home after work?
That's love
Standing up to a bully who is picking on a few kids?
That's love
Feeding chapattis and biscuits to a few cats on the street?
That's love
Again, who gave you the idea
That love is all about romance?
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 10:30 AM UTC
It doesn't matter,
whether you're weak or stronger.
If you're a mother
your self no longer matter.
Even if you're wounded & broken,
you can't surrender.
You have to get up,
for your dearest son & daughter.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
To my teacher Mom
To my savior Mom
To my kind Mom
To my trouble shooter Mom
To my simple Mom
To my generous Mom
Wish I were like you Mom!!
To the Mom who has been judged for living a simple life.
To the Mom who never tried to hurt anyone because she knew how it feels like.
To the Mom who thinks herself to be a superwoman and filled our plates with almost all the food from the dishes she had,
Keeping a little, what she called a balanced diet.
To the Mom who has the innate ability to filter out the demeaning words and rather enjoyed what she cherishes.
To the Mom who still believes "Silence is Golden"
And did her job religiously with love whatever be the condition.
But....
I couldn't be like you Mom and been a little outspoken as I have seen your helplessness for long....
And now.....
.......
I wish you were a bit like me Mom!!
Bina Mukherjee
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
The thirsty cracked grounds
Piling up of starved mounds
All yearned, their tongues out
For the taste of rain, thunderous sound
The flowers drooped sadly before this
The green grass turned yellow and crisp
All their colours were fading away
Before you drenched them with torrential rain
So beautiful how the clouds meet
with the faraway earth, watery greet
So self-sacrificing how the skies cry
To satiate their lover, the lands dry
Thus this reunion happens once more
Each other's soul these lovers restore
But are joined together only to be torn apart
Poor cursed lovers, they're nature's art
Ah what selfless love is this!
The skies die to give the lands a kiss
And though they mayn't be together anymore
Their aromas lay intertwined; petrichor
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
She was crying.
So he approached
to lessen the anguish,
her life has notched
He exchanged her tears
with his cozy smile;
to calm down her nerves
at least for a while.
The language of tears
has always appealed him;
as to the insects,
the sundew's gleam.
Innate was this nature of his
to weep for the poor,
for the women, for the children
and for the downtrodden, to be sure.
But with hollow chauvinism
then, the men ruled the society.
And accounted weeping as a sin
resulting from inferiority.
They disliked the boy
and his uncommon ways
to heal the sufferer,
to their utter dismay.
They called the boy
and asked him to change
his beliefs and ideology
or to be ready to estrange.
The boy couldn't understand
how his actions have been
outrageous in their view
and thus sentenced as a sin.
He stood against them
and let the proposal decline.
He advocated his logic
to those ****** swine.
But their ears were concealed
to even the rumbling thunder.
Intoxicated by masculinity
they committed blunder.
The men enraged
and reached for their knives.
They shouted, they cursed
and skinned him alive.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC