Ujjal Mandal, India

Love is not a hope
But a habit of taking dope,
Love is not a star
But a lamp towards the bar,
Love is not a fame
But a plan of deadly game,
Love is not of gladness
But a threadless cloak of coyness,
Love is not a fate
But definitely cheap as sweat,
Love is not for green
Rather its hue of water akin,
Love doesn't make any history
But certainly a tomb of rivalry.

Ujjal Mandal, India

A kite.
It will be flying as long as the air lasts,
But when the air stops,
It will fall through the bare wind

Ujjal Mandal,  India



Keep dreaming till the dark night 

Fades in the morning light.

Ujjal Mandal, India

None but a mother can draw
The bridge of love
Among the mortals as the flowers
Are pleasing to all hearts

Ujjal Mandal, India

If an archer
Shoots the arrow into the right target goal,
the arrow must go straight
And score high points.
Our life should be like an ARCHER.

Ujjal Mandal, India

The lost poet can be found
In the land of beauty,
For the poets are the seekers
Of beautiful things as the flowerbed
Is made for the butterflies

Ujjal Mandal, India

None is innocent as flowers,
They bloom to show the beauty
Is pleasant to eyes and the healer
Of scorching hearts.