Sonnet Mondal

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Born and brought up in West Bengal, India, Sonnet Mondal is an Indian English poet and the Founder of The Enchanting Verses Literary Review. He has authored eight book of poetry and his work has appeared in The Stremez, The Sheepshead Review (University of Wisconsin, Green Bay), The Penguin Review (Youngstown State University), Two Thirds North (Stockholm University), California State Poetry Quarterly (California State Poetry Society), Nth Position and Fox Chase Review to name a few.


Hungry Wits 

Trees embrace each other
lend a show of affection
beside the slimming roads pouring into obscurity.

Each time my cell rings,
after successful investigations of my counterpart,
it is just a life merging
like the parallel lines of the highway
and opening up with forward strides
merging again.

My wits flap as a Pitcher plant
to capture nourishment from (sight of) insects
on roads, on branches and
wandering on the rim of my car window.


On a Rain Bleached Day 

Painted in its own course
This rain bleached sky re-recites a morning
Of cornflakes, school dress and the alarming wait
Of the horn
The horn of the school bus,
Splashing through waterlogged potholes
(an ever piercing bug of punctuality).

Same reel of outmoded records
propounded by saintly sanity of winds
calms my waywardness into
a restlessness of melancholy.

Twisted neck towards the cassette
plays a thin tune out of a chained gramophone
(far afield cries of souls)

And it’s a loneliness standing beside me
by the balcony attached window
murmuring an intone to spread
its effect
to the dancing trees into a quarrel of stillness
to the shivering stray dogs
to the fallen fruits in storm.

Am I the chosen performer today
to perform the songs of loneliness
for those maidens who come as air, fragrances
and move apart
as the vapour-lost clouds, spreading apart
by the lining of a peeping sun?



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