msushil

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1.Author of the book-MONALISA(God's boon for the sad-sack poet) 2.Engineer at National Aluminium Company Limited

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  • msushil 3d

    Outside Rain:
    I have nothing to rodomontade,
    it rains cats and dogs
    inside my soul.
    Each of my hope flounders,
    Each of my emotions meets oblivion.
    My chapped lips remain stranded,
    No love comes
    From your lips
    To moisten my life.
    Body becomes a carcass,
    Sadness sets the pyre,
    But
    Cruel becomes outside rain
    To extinguish
    And
    My breath is compelled
    To inhale
    The oxygen of separation from you.

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  • msushil 3d

    Thirst:
    She is whiskey in a tea cup.
    Her nearness,
    Her cosy touch
    Banish the thirst
    Of many births.
    Her cwtch ties me
    With thread of love.
    Cocooning me in her arms
    When she Coos,
    'I am only yours,
    My birth is only for you',
    Heart swells with pride
    And
    My soul dives into
    Her abyss
    To reach land of bliss.
    Yes,
    She is whiskey in a tea cup,
    Her nearness,
    Her cosy touch
    Banish the thirst
    Of many births,
    Dearth of love and truth
    Kiss the dust.

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  • msushil 3d

    To
    Rimjhim,

    I doog you, I doog you. Do you remember the word doog, the word when 'good' is written in reverse manner? The meaning of good written in Oriya is vaal and in reverse it becomes laav or love in English. So, I always write I doog you. This is my unique style of expressing my love for you. Though at present, I have no rights to pronounce your name, I still can't contain myself. Your red vermilion, red bangles, sacred thread compel me to forget you, but I fail to vanquish myself, you come to my mental horizon, I smile and I cry with you. I am not at all happy with God's decision. The day the echelon separated us, I was unhappy. But the day I came to know that your husband is an oenophile, I couldn't forgive God. The philanderer tortures you everyday, and I am hurt every day. Oh! My Rimjhim, I miss you a lot, I miss you a lot, you are special to me, I am chained, I can't kill that bastard to free you from all burden, my action would only render opportunity to brutal society to poke you with the word 'widow'. Forgive me, forgive me, Oh! My Rimjhim, forgive me, I can't free you, I can't free you.
    Yours
    Unlucky Manoj

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  • msushil 2w

    Nostalgia:
    On the highway
    When inamorata
    Of my hey days
    Holds hand of partner
    And
    Her sanguine vermilion
    displays all hubris,
    I become rame.
    Nostalgia winks
    At my silence
    And
    Tears drop like rain
    From the nonchalant sky,
    Determined not
    To grant me shelter.

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  • msushil 2w

    Silence:
    Failure doesn't
    flabbergast me any more,
    I am accustomed.
    Unhappiness doesn't
    bother me any more,
    I am accustomed.
    Your betrayal plays gooseberry
    between me and silence.
    I romance with silence,
    I mingle with silence,
    awaiting my breath
    to become silent one day.

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  • msushil 2w

    I want to quit:
    Even if
    I cajole my sluggish soul
    to gallop to stand
    in the queue of remorse,
    my vile body doesn't
    sanction permission.
    In the meddlesome life,
    body wants to acquire happiness,
    it roams around the cities
    to appease hunger
    from the dead skins of living bodies.
    Even if
    the Zephyr of regret comes
    And wants to cuddle,
    the body wears
    the blanket of lewdness.
    I am left with no option,
    I can't support immorality any more,
    I have to punish the amoral body,
    I have to release my soul
    for repentance,
    I want to quit my life,
    I want to quit my life.

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  • msushil 2w

    I want to quit:
    Even if
    I cajole my sluggish soul
    to gallop to stand
    in the queue of remorse,
    my vile body doesn't
    sanction permission.
    In the meddlesome life,
    body wants to acquire happiness,
    it roams around the cities
    to appease hunger
    from the dead skins of living bodies.
    Even if
    the Zephyr of regret comes
    And wants to cuddle,
    the body wears
    the blanket of lewdness.
    I am left with no option,
    I can't support immorality any more,
    I have to punish the amoral body,
    I have to release my soul
    for repentance,
    I want to quit my life,
    I want to quit my life.

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  • msushil 3w

    https://amzn.to/2GgfOdF
    https://shop.storymirror.com/monalisa/p/16se70naak5rzhmw2

    These are the links to order my book Monalisa(God's boon for the sad-sack poet)

    The journey:
    Thank you will
    Not suffice,
    Still this buccaneer
    Will mutter.
    Plundering the ocean
    Of knowledge
    From everybody,
    I have become
    Somewhat opulent.
    Meeting the connoisseurs
    Through their
    Innovative creations,
    I have never allowed
    The tide of knowledge
    To ebb from my lexicon.
    The journey
    Of a writer manqué
    To a co-author of many books
    And finally an author
    Of a book
    Till now have really
    Given me new heights.
    No more I suffer
    From achluophobia
    And atychiphobia,
    Nomophobia always
    Grasps me
    And I never forget
    To write my heart out
    On the platform
    Where laureates often
    Come with
    Their Magnum opuses.

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  • msushil 3w

    https://amzn.to/2GgfOdF
    https://shop.storymirror.com/monalisa/p/16se70naak5rzhmw2

    These are the links to order my book Monalisa(God's boon for the sad-sack poet)

    #my book
    #Monalisa #life #inspiration #love #poetry

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  • msushil 4w

    Sunflower:
    Like a sleepless sunflower,
    I usher Sun everyday
    with new hope.
    I can't tell a fib
    That I am supreme confident
    Of achieving happiness.
    Failure breaks me,
    Frustration gives compulsory hug,
    But in the inner heart
    There remains a hope
    That one day
    My turn will come,
    My hard work will pay,
    Success will be my amicable friend
    And happiness will be in my arms.
    Awaiting the day,
    Assiduous becomes
    My action every day
    And
    Industrious becomes my passion.

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