“When You Love a Storm” – Debut Book Launch

“When you love storm, remember,
You never lose even though you’re bruised.
You find yourself and your freedom,
and that’s a good thing.”

When You Love a Storm” is the first collection of poems by Anshuman Dash and it tells the story of a man discovering beauty in the transience of love and coming to peace with the idea of letting go.

The book will be launched by the end of August and will be available for free download Here.

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Nuts to Sense, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 5 (Blitz Poem)

Kick some butt

Kick some nuts

Nuts of steel

Nuts we steal

Steal from stores

Steal some more

More we want

More we need

Need breeds greed

Need will bleed

Bleed with swords

Bleed with words

Words will kill

Words will heal

Heal this world

Heal your will

Will this work?

Will this fail?

Fail yourself

Fail the test

Test your skill

Test your strength

Strength in charachter

Strength of knowledge

Knowledge is Wisdom

Knowledge is power

Power pumps pressure

Power corrupts people

People kill People

People want to rule

Rule like the king

Rule over the wind

Wind will hit you

Wind will knock you down

Down falls the man

Down like the rain

Rain will wash you

Rain will cleanse you

You will then rise

You will be wise

Wise like the owl

Wise with a scowl

Scowl with your brows

Scowl like you mean it

It is getting late

It is making no sense

Sense is gold-plated

Sense is overrated





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The search for inspiration has been a congenital struggle for mankind since its inception; the driving force that propelled the engines of freethinking, which eventually led to progress; Progress which drove our civilization forward. Ever since the beginning of time it has helped men realize their own true self both within itself and outside. It has helped them do what only the Gods were believed to be capable of; create.



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How would it feel?
To submit yourself to another
Completely powerless,
absolutely defenseless
No questions, no answers,
trust so deeply rooted
Buried within her bosom
you feel your senses
giving away the faces
of fear and doubts

The avalanche of emotions
raining through your eyes
it races, leaving traces;
A force so strong,
your will barely embraces
You have suffered
You were broken
not a word ever spoken
You have waited
seeking strength in patience
You have burnt,
You have frozen

But now you stay protected
Safe in her bosom
peacefully rested
Her arms around you
They will help you through
You can let go now
Submit yourself to the other
until the flowers of the sun wither
You hold onto her,

I Grew Up


I was a child, walking on the asphalt,
down a lane I had passed
a million times before
There was something different today
something had changed,
something that I had so conveniently ignored.

My eyes, they saw things differently now,
My ears, they heard differently,
The street lights were just street lights now,
and the tiny bugs that had fascinated me once,
were crushed beneath my feet

No one bothered to say hello,
No one turned to say goodbye,
Like the house lizard out in the streets,
misplaced, I felt,
Scared and alone,
at the mercy of the passers-by.

I think I grew up.
That was what had happened,
I was a grown man now
In the skin of a child
walking down the asphalt
a truth I had so conveniently denied.

The Broken Man

The Broken Man

The lonely night writes lullabies for the weeping heart of the broken man, as the moon wraps him up in its velvet embrace, shielding him from the unforgiving rain. The stars watch out for him in silence like angels as he prays, for a miracle to escape his inescapable fate. He weaves his emotions with the thread of words, in a failed attempt at expressing the unexpressed thoughts. Before his eyes slowly, the paintings on the wall fade away in the consuming storm.