14 Quotes by Akash Mandal

Keep an eye out for her,she tends to disappearintermittently, leaving nonote for one to know,as to where she is goingand if she'll be showingup for supper that day,or in the dark, wander away.But soon she will mapher way back to your laptimidly, 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.

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

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

Through these uncharted roads,I hope to escape my recollections;I am so tired of seeing signboards,and following the same directions.

If you hate me for who I am, then hate, you should;but I hate it when I am being,misunderstood.

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

When striving througha pitch-black night,if you find yourselfmarooned and blue,lift your head highand take a sight,of the billion starsall rooting for you.

I must confess, that myheart 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 surfacewill abruptly break asunder,and then it won’t resist from pulling you deep under.

I found no oceansin your eyes,no windy stormsor starry skies.Neither a pearlnor an emberI could see,just the perfectreflection of me.