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Mar 26 · 109
The Beauty of Mind
Ujjal Mandal Mar 26
With a highly volatile temper
A person may lose the beauty of mind
Just like a sweet flower in the winter.

With all sweetness a flower blooms,
But the warmth of the sun
Does burn the soft petals.
The air does fade its aroma away.
The water hits the soft petals
With a mighty splash
Time and again.
If the beauty of mind blooms once,
Neither the sun, the air nor the water can
Harm it.
With the beauty of flower,
I can win the beauty of mind.
But with the beauty of mind,
I can win the grace of God.
Mar 13 · 67
Ujjal Mandal Mar 13
Love the mother
Do you know why?
She is a flower--
A heaven to a butterfly.
Mar 7 · 59
The Song of Beauty
Ujjal Mandal Mar 7
A slice of smile
Can cast thousand lights
Over the shadow
Of snow-clad pain,
The budding blossom of
Happiness is the smile
Where heart and mind
Compose the songs together
Sitting under the flowering tree and
If the song of beauty is written once,
Smile is everywhere!
Happiness is everywhere!
Mar 6 · 305
Mother, My Muse!
Ujjal Mandal Mar 6
Sometimes I feel
I am alone,
None is there
But when I look at
The blooming lotus,
I feel I am among thousand
Happiness and
I am sparkled with
This lotus is my mother:
My muse!
Mar 5 · 190
Religion of Water
Ujjal Mandal Mar 5
One day I took some water from a pond and
Let them go with a nearby river:
The river accepted them to
Their long journey together;
Some water I drew from the well and
Drove them to the same river:
The river accepted again without resistance.
After that I filled a bucket with rainwater and
Released them into the river:
The river agreed to move together.
The river welcomed all sincerely-
She never laid her hands on the scales of
Caste but spread the stream of love in her veins
And arteries all around.
Humanity and manners give rays to life. The essay strikes a note of social equilibrium in its emphasis on human love against the caste of discrimination. The harmony of mankind and compassion will procreate innumerable happiness and pleasures if heart is unbiased.
Feb 22 · 59
Dancing of Earth
Ujjal Mandal Feb 22
When spring arrives,
A group of flowers enjoy
Their countenance and
As the day grows older
They lose their incandescent looks.
If they could know the collapse
Before the begetting,
I hope they'd remain unborn.

A child was obsessed with
Playing her dolls,
Fortuitously a wooden wife
Fell on, mother said:
'The earth is dancing',
The child took it in a wrong way,
Her body was found
After ten days under the whetted
Crown of cement made house,
The sun kissed her pale cheeks
And gave her last smile.
Dec 2022 · 41
What Lord Krishna Said Us
Ujjal Mandal Dec 2022
Lord Krishna had told long time ago-
Grave words like the sea not hollow:
"In the time of industrial & modern age,
People would be the birds in a golden cage:
Where they'd born with the wings colouring
But they'd forget the tune of how to singing,
People of modern time would be heartless
They'd be the cause of blame, never confess!
Science & technology would touch the apex
But the root of it like the dead tree fakes,
All sayings would be inactive fantastical
As a hand contains bloodless & acute nail,
People during modern age would be the king
And wish to govern over vassals very tiring,
When all strengths would subject to ash
And blood would submerge into flesh,
Only a MANTRA would come sailing by-
Hare Krishna & I'd be there being the moonlike eye."
Nov 2022 · 63
A Night Full of Moons
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2022
The night full of moons, a firefly
Came flying with bright light and I
Was pursuing her all the night.

But vain, where I went along
Like fading away of nightingale song,
I saw a dancing boat's sail.

The moon was glowing more
Than the another day, the door
Of my heart caused her to sway.

The light of the firefly I followed
Made me rich beyond the dream of odd,
She was more sweeter than the cream.

The air was so gentle to the firefly
And suddenly she came to cry,
Later I knew Agnitanaya was her name.

Soul whispered, "you're in the desert,
Upon the sand you're drawing art,
Thus the night declared morning.

Now I know I was searching a fellow,
It was nothing but a dark shadow,
Although I felt her pleasure and lark.

(Agnitanaya: the daughter of fire)
Oct 2022 · 73
The Definition of Life
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2022
Life is incomplete
If it is defined as:
'Absent of poetry, and lack
Of feelings'.
Jun 2022 · 74
The Author of the Book
Ujjal Mandal Jun 2022
We are characters of different
The earth is the stage colored
With tears or gold,
We have been made.
This is a kind of book
And the author of its is the Almighty
By Ujjal Mandal
Jun 2022 · 152
Ujjal Mandal Jun 2022
Ujjal Mandal, India

On a spring morning the sweet
smell of newly clad blossoms
coated with dew and honey,
I saw a maiden tugging
a ivory comb through her long
and smooth tresses
beneath a tree;
I approached to her.
Oh, she was more florescent than the moon
of the night,
Flowers stoop to her beauty,
such beauty I never have seen nor
I felt before,
I agree to gobble up the poison
of her charm and daintiness.
Apr 2022 · 288
The Glory of the Past
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2022
A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
of joy and happiness in the past.
Mar 2022 · 100
Good Night!
Ujjal Mandal Mar 2022
Each night I say good night
to the moon,
and she comes to me in my dream
exploring her warm love,
but I can't feel her.
Mar 2022 · 427
Don't Worry My Soul
Ujjal Mandal Mar 2022
Today I am nameless,
but some day I'll bloom
being a flower.
I must give pleasure to eyes
tired and exhausted.
Mar 2022 · 92
Flower in the Stone
Ujjal Mandal Mar 2022
Ujjal Mandal, India

Pursue the beauty until
the ugliness leave you alone
and let you bloom
like a flower in the stone
Mar 2022 · 85
Flower is Mother
Ujjal Mandal Mar 2022
Ujjal Mandal, India

Who does not love the flower?
They bloom being a mother,
Because of the purity of mind
Like the innocent lamb so kind,
And the purity of heart
Throwing off all the dirt.
O, let your heart bloom with colors
Being the flowers
Mar 2022 · 97
Let Your Heart Sail
Ujjal Mandal Mar 2022
Silence is so peaceful and tranquil
like the air at the top of the hill;
you can have the complacency of life
if you cut the head of arguments with a knife;
emotion is there
where the heart is free and without fear;
if the mild petal is the heart of a flower,
controversy is a huge body except power;

be the clouds in the open air
and feel the gifted life in each hour,
be the flowers heavy with nectar
and welcome the bees in summer even winter,
be the song of a nightingale
and let your burden heart sail.
Feb 2022 · 327
Oh, Poor Life!
Ujjal Mandal Feb 2022
Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
Ujjal Mandal Feb 2022
A boy without a single money
Sitting below a tree looking
Unhappy and tears teeming
At its brink.
Each boy plays 'Holi' the joy
Of colours.
But the boy has no money to buy
Colours of smile.
Someone has thrown
The green colour away to him.
But he plays like others with his
Unbreaking thoughts and perceptions
In his waking mind.
He has nothing but dream colours.
Sep 2021 · 298
Ujjal Mandal Sep 2021
ujjal mandal, india

emotion has no language
but still it melts
when someone
touches it
Aug 2021 · 194
The Plant of Liberty
Ujjal Mandal Aug 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

A man wading through blood
holding the plant of enfranchisement.
It is none but an Indian fighter and
we are all overshadowed by
the tree unchained today.
This is based on 75th Independence Day of India. ©
Aug 2021 · 211
Immortal Breath
Ujjal Mandal Aug 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

A poet is not born to die
He is as spirited as a butterfly,
Oh, all are poets you, he and I.
Apr 2021 · 138
The Snake in Bird's Nest
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

When a little bird comes out
From eggs shell, the snake
Is ready to place the new born bird
In its womb.
The neighbors
And the parents cry aloud
For help. We all can hear their
Pathetic words but we pass them by
As though nothing happened.
we should love the animals.....
Apr 2021 · 254
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2021

Hi, here is my poetry book... "Ambrosia In Budding Flowers" please visit and review on it... This is my cordial request to all poets....
Apr 2021 · 820
We are the World
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

We are nothing to the world
But the world to the beloved ones
As a drop of water is a few in the sea
But nectar to the thirsty bird.
Apr 2021 · 364
The Morning, So Calm
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2021
Ujjal Mandal, West Bengal, India

The morning was taking a shower
in the honey dew, I asked her
why are you so calm? She told me,
'the deep I am, the less I speak'.
Apr 2021 · 155
Flower in the Stone
Ujjal Mandal Apr 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

Pursue the beauty until the ugliness leaves you alone
And let you bloom
like a flower in the stone
Be flower on the beautiful tree...
Feb 2021 · 227
Rose, the Jewellery of Love
Ujjal Mandal Feb 2021
Ujjal Mandal, 14 Feb🌹

Rose paints the shadow of love with its scarlet petals,
Rose showers the heart of love with its green odour,
Rose fills the fissure of broken love with its dense blood. Oh my love, come to me and let's bloom together
Like a rose!
Rose is the jewellery of love it wears...
Feb 2021 · 283
The Language Of Happiness
Ujjal Mandal Feb 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India🌹

If you want to talk
With your soul, you've to
Meditate. For meditation is
The only language
Of serenity and tranquility.
Meditation can heal your mind....
Feb 2021 · 177
The Rays of Dream
Ujjal Mandal Feb 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

I dream in the night
And I seek its mystery
In the morning holding
The rays of dream.
Jan 2021 · 332
Biscuit Without Cream
Ujjal Mandal Jan 2021
Ujjal Mandal, India

If I lose myself in the dreamland
Where dreams are made of sand,
The real world will seem just a dream
Like a biscuit without cream.
Dec 2020 · 74
Honey, the Mother Tongue!
Ujjal Mandal Dec 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

mother tongue is the
of ambrosia,
dip in it and sip the honey!
Mother, beauty, language
Dec 2020 · 76
My Broken Heart
Ujjal Mandal Dec 2020
My Broken Heart!
Ujjal Mandal, India

My heart is like
A broken glass,
If once broken,
None can see the face.
Like a broken string
Of guitar is my heart,
That sings the song
But no melody is there.
Like a broken paint brush
Is my heart, many colors
Are here and there
But no image begets at all
Dec 2020 · 400
I Want to Die In Poetry
Ujjal Mandal Dec 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India
6th December 2020

Where are you, all?
Come and dip me
In the hues of poetry.
I want to die in poetry.
Nov 2020 · 64
drawing of souls
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

we are all the
fragile drawings
of each souls
Nov 2020 · 161
A Restless Mind!
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

A restless mind is like
The snaky line of shattered
Clouds in the sky.
Nov 2020 · 63
Nov 2020 · 131
The Winter Morning!
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

When the winter morning sheds
thick tears,
None but the sun comes to
Her tears out as a mother
does when the child cries.
Nov 2020 · 56
The Sun, the Beauty!
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

The sun is the beauty of the day
As like the dancing waves in the blue bay.
Nov 2020 · 42
Good Night!
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Good Night!
With Bright
Like Cream
I Wish
To you
My golden hue!
Nov 2020 · 41
The Moon in the Cloud
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Why is the moon hidden in the cloud?
She has fallen in love, no doubt.
I want to say aloud
I love you O dear!
My love I want to share;
I can't hold the heavy heart here
Oct 2020 · 38
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Dream is sweet
If you can beat
The barriers
Like the furious airs.
Oct 2020 · 56
Life on the Bed of Love
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

It is delicious and tastes great
When butter on the bread;
Life is sweet and suave
When it is on the bed of love.
Oct 2020 · 47
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Love has no value if heart denies her
Like the shadow of light.
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

The Hollow man makes most noise
Of ignorance than wisdom
Like frenzied clouds
In the sky.
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Much colourful images are painted
On the wall of eyes,
But the eyes contain colourless teardrops.
Oct 2020 · 44
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Pain is the music of my broken heart
Like the throat of a broken string.
Oct 2020 · 53
Mother is a Sweet Flower
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, WEST BENGAL, India

Who doesn't love his or her mother?
Who blooms always like a sweet flower
In spring, summer even in winter;
She is our sweet and mild mother.
Mother is a Sweet Flower ever
Oct 2020 · 48
The Real Peace
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Nowhere you can find peace
If you never kiss
Who remains very close
To you like a blooming rose
All day
As flowing water in the bay.
Ujjal Mandal Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

O mother, whatever I think
The head is yours!
Whatever I feel
The heart is yours!
Whatever I speak
The tongue is yours!
Whatever I see
The eyes are yours!
O mother, without you
I am a lifeless body
Like an earthen doll.
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