Akash Mandal Quotes

The one who would understand me is equally shy to start a conversation.

When fall comes to town,
lovers, letters, and leaves
reunite on the sidewalks,
broken, burnt, and brown.

When striving through
a pitch-black night,
if you find yourself
marooned and blue,
lift your head high
and take a sight,
of the billion stars
all rooting for you.

A stranger lies behind my eyes,
I know not what he wants;
sells me dreams, tells me tales,
then with the truth, he haunts.

I must confess, that my
heart is like a frozen lake,
only pretends to be firm,
to shroud its tearful ache.
So tread over this heart,
as often as you like,
but one of these days,
if it feels your warmth strike;
its cold, thin surface
will abruptly break asunder,
and then it won't resist
from pulling you deep under.

I found no oceans
in your eyes,
no windy storms
or starry skies.
Neither a pearl
nor an ember
I could see,
just the perfect
reflection of me.

Art is the magical act of one bleeding heart healing another.

If poetry is an escape into the woods,
then music is the journey back home.

Keep an eye out for her,
she tends to disappear
intermittently, leaving no
note for one to know,
as to where she is going
and if she'll be showing
up for supper that day,
or in the dark, wander away.
But soon she will map
her way back to your lap
timidly, in need for a warm,
caring body to conform.
She likes to play with things,
but often her mood swings.
To hurt is not her intention,
all she wants is your attention,
and if you give your love to her,
she'll not smile but perhaps purr.