"ujjal" poems
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 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC
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.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
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.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
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 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
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.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
ujjal mandal, india
emotion has no language
but still it melts
when someone
touches it
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 8:33 AM UTC
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.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
Ujjal Mandal, India, 15 August
For shame ! for shame !
The beings are not freed
Even today from
The ****** chain as the
darkness from the night;
They are under the same umbrella
Of Ego and Animosity.
We liberated our motherland
And we gave the Demon countless blood.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
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!
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
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.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
Ujjal Mandal, India
A restless mind is like
The snaky line of shattered
Clouds in the sky.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
Ujjal Mandal, India
I dream in the night
And I seek its mystery
In the morning holding
The rays of dream.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 7:33 PM UTC
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.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
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.
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
Ujjal Mandal, India
Pursue the beauty until the ugliness leaves you alone
And let you bloom
like a flower in the stone
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
Ujjal Mandal, India
When the winter morning sheds
thick tears,
None but the sun comes to
weep
Her tears out as a mother
does when the child cries.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC