Biography of Kumud Ranjan
I am an Engineering Student and writing is my hobby and words are my best friend when I feel myself alone.
I have written what I have perceived from certain incidents happened around me or what I have felt at any moment.
There is no hard feeling in my mind for anyone.
I hope you would enjoy reading them.
Kumud Ranjan Poems
And The Heaven Cried..
On the street near that lamp post In dirty clothes, scars on face A lean fragile body lives. A bowl, bag and a torn blanket
Why Should I Care For You?
Why anymore should I care for you? When you don’t love me anymore Why should I waste my time waiting for you? When you won’t come ever to my door
The Shadow: My Only Pal
One day on a bright afternoon I and my shadow went for a walk Together enjoying the nature, talking Broke in laughter on human creatures
A Light In Dark
That quiet night dogs were barking A scary dark like demon was haunting Surprised was I, witnessed a light in dark Dim it was, fragile fighting with air
For what I’ll be waiting for you so far If you will come You will find me I promise
I Miss You
You are gone from my life, still I miss you a lot my friend Whenever I'd to share anything You heard always my nonsense
It was past when I used to praise you Close to me you were, loved by me then Had I ever mistaken somewhere? You went away and made my life a hell
Love To Hate Or Hate To Love
Love to hate or you hate to love Are you afraid of being left by? Your love in shadow of seclusion Or you don’t wish to miss someone
Online friend’s are people we never met See pictures with online chats As truth, it is not always same But we grow closer n closer
To one who lives in my heart & don’t know how to start want these words to say I love you every single day
Love Never Makes You Happy
Love never makes you happy A feeling, kind of insecurity To lose someone, you want to be with An impatience to love someone selflessly
Nowhere till far you were in my sight It was a dark night, horrible and lonely I tried hard to sleep, but I couldn’t Your memories make me paralyzed
A Premature Death
What he wishes for when he enters the world Of a loving mother who always cares of him What he hopes of when he is mischievous His mother notices it and fills with a gleam
Her Love In Me
Sometimes I have voices carried by the evening winds Not sound but laughter & her heart beats Her love in my soul is blooming Me in myself, n my isolation is melting
What leaves you stunned and puzzled
Even In dim light you feel dazzled
Think dear, is it a truth or illusion
That keeps you in haze and confusion
It seems so gleaming like dreams
Appears dribbling but not a stream
Look like dusk but it is not sun set
It is nothing but an alluring figment
Obsessive though it is hard to believe