From Perfection to Complication

He’s her strength, with him she’s weak

He’s her drug, with him she’s sick

He’s her cure, with him she’s hurt

He’s her boon, with him she’s cursed

He’s her reality, with him she’s fantasize

He’s her happiness, with him she cries

He’s her despair, with him she’s grieved

She’s his hope, with her he’s fulfilled

He’s her part

She’s her world.

~ Minmoy

High Philosophy

Time and tide waits for none“.

Fuck the tide. But time definitely came to a halt that very moment.

I looked at my watch which to my utter astonishment was running faster than ever.

A complete paradox. Is this mean that the world is about to end.

Well, if so I needa fly high out of this planet.

I need to fly and be in Earth’s orbit. Not to be surreal but to witness it. To see it all end right in front of me. I can’t think of anything that’d relate to it. A beautiful end. A moment of chaos and than everything falls to rest, even if not for eternity. The fall of humans? That might be a little too strong to take in. But from where I am right now, it all seems possible. The only speed dial on my phone is my friendly paddler who delivers home.I see things through clougged eyes, my mouth has the hunger, but I’m to stoned to drive.

I just need another puff to keep me going. And than, another one.

Score it

Crush it

Roll it

Smoke lit

~ A Minmoy Gondhia and Mrigank Bezbaruah collaboration


I thought to sail with the flow after you’re gone.

But little did I knew that this’s gonna be so fucking difficult.

Life is down, everything around me is dark.

Everything seems black with my eyes opened, and dreams too are dark.

To search for happiness now is like to search for a soul within a corpse.
And now as I try to move on

Something whispers in my ears

And says ” you’re not alone”

Well, do you even give a damn about my existence!?

If yes, you shouldn’t have gone.
And this’s gonna be my last letter to you.

However you gonna rule my heart forever,

As a buddy, bestie, sister or whatever.

But never as a girlfriend.
To the love who stood beside me.

You were my umbrella during the rain,

My shelter during hail.

You were the door to my incomplete place,

Precisely the door to happiness,

The door to the feeling of love.
And today, as I now lock the same door,

With the heavy rain washing me down

And as I look above.

I realize there’s no one to hold the umbrella.

To a Halt.

Minmoy Gondhia

Hey crush.
Do you know how much I love you

When you don’t reply yet being online

Do you know how much I miss you

And how can I forget those days

When I used to be hella high on drugs

Pampering me with your words you used to make me understand what is life.

But nevertheless you always failed to understand what’s my life.

Yes, you’re my life.

Precisely a part of my sober and stoned life.

And now as I write this to you,

With a hope you’re gonna read this words on the wet paper.

Tears roll down my cheeks. And yet I continue.

But my life, I Quit.

Time Travel to the Past.

Candles burnt as night fell,

Without you my heaven seems hell.

Walking along the dusty roads,

With the wind blowing fast,

Carries me along to my aloof past.

Those distant memories I now live,

Are they something to be cherished?

Living in the dark hallow corridors ,

I could see you shine outdoor.

Yes baby you were my moon to the night ,

The twinkling stars to the dark naked sky.

Tears now literally roll down my cheeks,

Often making me feel so weak.

And now I can’t take this any longer,

Don’t know where it gonna lead,

But maybe a promise,

That’s you and me.

Broken promises..

minmoy gondhia bloggerHey there.! Greetings to you Tomboy.

Only a few days have passed since I parted from you and already it is as though I had been a decade away from you, although I can avow that not one hour has passed without your memory which has become a very much close companion to my thoughts. There were nights when I used to wake up with cold sweats having nightmares of losing you. I didn’t want this fairy-tale of ours to become a tale of horror.

It was just during the carnival that I came across you. You were in a black leather jacket and some short of ripped denims taking the limelight. Honestly it wasn’t a love at first sight though. But yeah, gradually we started knowing each other. Those 2AM talks, the movies, the casual hangouts after classes and not to mention bunking those extra classes for getting high smoking cannabis.

How I wish, I could turn back time and get back to those days I had spent laughing with you, dreaming with you and building our future… Now you’re gone, and I’m miserable.
Hi. Although I don’t know you much“. That was the first text I started with. But now even after 8 months I still feel I don’t at all know you much.

Now I wake up every morning with the hope to find you by my side, smiling down at me. I still relish the warmth of your hugs. I still wish that I will find protection your embraces. My lips still smile when they remember your touches upon them. My love, have you not realized just how much I miss you?

See you again.

broken heart, pain, love, move on, promises broken,

Hear me out my love .

The loud noises I make out of frustration,

The sound of the smashing mirror;

The beat of my crumbled heart,

My entire world has fallen apart.
Those were the times I believed in magic,

Maybe because I was being a maverick.

A life we lived which no one can,

And now you proved Promises are meant to be broken.

Hopefully someday again we gonna meet,

Although these are the fake hopes I’m living with.

The Soul.

Do you hear my depression?

As we are shattered apart.
Though I had a bad impression ,

Now I’m living with a broken heart.
My eyes filled with tears,

My heart thrummed with unconditional fears.

Just you and me as I look all around,

Your thoughts still haunts me and so do those sounds.
Yet, it was too early to leave.

Do you even loved me?

Not very long I said “Hey“,

Today, “Rest in peace” is all I can say.


“Can you see the future through my eyes.” The wet eyes filled with hopes asked. Those dreams that looms like a mirage amidst the dusty streets that fills his life.

there’s peace in death. But terror in the fear of death.

Mom : an Angel in Disguise

Raghav, a 16 year old student of Jyoti Niketan ( a school for blind ) lived with his mom in the outskirts of Guwahati. He lost his capability of seeing the world when he met with an accident as an infant.

He was often filled with animosity and despised the world as he didn’t had a friend zone , but a mother who loved him deeply and was supportive in all his steps.
The fact he couldn’t see the world often made him weak and he would try ending up his life. But it was always his mother who would rush every time to save her dearest son.
Suddenly one day someone donated him a pair of eyes. And that’s when he finally saw the world, his entire environment around. But he was astonished to she his mom was blind. He never enquired the reason as he didn’t want to make her depressed or feel sad about it. He knew very well how it feels to be in the dark every time.
But as time passed Raghav got a whole new group of friends, spending most of the time with them. This created an emotional gap with his mother. He now felt embarrassed in addressing his mother with his friends who often came to his place for usual hangouts or sometimes for a house party.
Finally one day Ragav decided to send his mom to an old age home. So He approached her ” Mom I need to talk to you ” . “Yes, my dear please speak up . Is something bothering you!?” She enquired . ” actually mom I was thinking , if you could spend your coming days in the old age home “.

but why ? Aren’t you happy with me!!” .

Ragav paused for a moment and with a heavy heart he spoke up ” well, mom you would have a much better company there. And moreover ,honestly I don’t feel good to introduce you to my friends. Because you’re blind , while I have my eye sight now” .
Hearing this , without defending herself or even uttering a word she left for the old age home. There was a still quietness in the car. Finally the destination arrived and he opened the door for his mother , She stood there with her shaky wrist trying to touch her son for the one last time. Ragav guided her hand. With a tear in her eye and a smile on her face, she meekly said, “I completely understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes.”