Question Mark

 

Loneliness is a question mark,

not an answer.

It asks me to stay open.

I wait, yes,

but I also grow.

Hope stretches quietly;

It learns my posture.

Longing trains my eyes,

Sighing clears the chest,

Watching teaches attention.

Enduring builds gentle strength.

Time is not an enemy 

It is a corridor, and

Footsteps echo eventually.

I plant faith in minutes.

Even tired nights pass.

Absence becomes preparation.

My heart practices welcome.

I trust the unseen 

I rehearse joy,

Loneliness loosens its grip.

It was a season.

Not a sentence.

I feel the door warming,

Someone is on the way.

©®Madhumita

Faithful

Loneliness wears your silhouette,

It borrows your voice at dusk,

I mistake the wind for you.

Waiting feels like devotion,

Each second kneels.

My heart learns patience from stars,

They love from far away.

I set a place for you in dreams.

Even emptiness glows,

Longing perfumes the dark,

I sigh your name softly,

so silence won’t break.

Watching the horizon blush,

I believe in returns.

Enduring feels intimate,

like holding hands with time,

Hopelessness flirts,

but never stays.

I imagine your steps,

teaching floors to listen,

Loneliness becomes a bridge,

not a wall.

Missing you sharpens love,

The wait writes poetry in me,

I am faithful to tomorrow.

©®Madhumita

A room with a chair

Listen to the hush 

between heartbeats

where absence learns my name.

Loneliness sits beside me,

not speaking,

only breathing my breath.

It is not a state,

it refuses stillness.

It is not an emotion,

it outlives tears.

It is a room with one chair,

facing the door.

I wait there nightly,

hands folded with old hopes.

Time drips like rain indoors,

Longing stains the walls.

Sighs become furniture,

Watching becomes prayer,

And endurance becomes habit.

I rehearse your arrival,

But forget your face,

Yet remember your silence.

Even despair grows tired!

Still, the door does not open.

Loneliness tucks me in,

Morning finds me unfinished.

©®Madhumita

SAD FALL

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light felt heavy,

As though it carried all the things

I never learned to say.

The peaks stood quiet,

Watching me break in silence.

A cold wind passed,

Whispering your absence.

I traced the sunlight on the stones,

Searching for warmth that wasn’t mine.

The sky blushed pale,

Fading like forgotten hope.

I called your name softly,

Letting it dissolve into the air.

Every echo felt thinner

Than the day before.

The world moved on slowly,

But I stayed still.

The golden light dimmed,

Falling like an apology.

I wished the morning back,

Wished you back,

Wished the ache away,

But wishes are fragile things.

And mine have learned to fall.

©®Madhumita

BEGINNINGS

 

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light wrapped around us,

Soft as a lover’s breath.

Your hand found mine,

As if it had always known the way.

The valley glowed with promise,

With the hush of new love.

Birds traced melodies

Across the shimmering sky.

You smiled,

And the sun rose brighter.

Even the breeze paused,

Listening to your heartbeat.

I felt the world shrink

To just your warmth and mine.

Every step beside you

Felt like a poem unfolding.

Every glance you gave

Lit another fire in me.

Time walked gently then,

Cradling us in its palms.

Mountains stood witness

To our tender beginning.

And the golden light promised

It would return tomorrow,

Tomorrow,  just for us.

©®Madhumita

THRILLED AND ALIVE

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light cracked open the sky,

As if announcing an adventure.

The wind roared wild,

Stirring leaves into spirals.

My heartbeat quickened,

Matching the pace of the rising sun.

A cliff edge waited ahead,

Calling with dangerous beauty.

I stepped forward,

Feeling the thrill sharpen the air.

Echoes rumbled from distant peaks,

Like ancient drums awakening.

A hawk sliced through the horizon,

Fierce and free.

The ground beneath me trembled—

Or maybe it was just my pulse.

I felt alive,

More than ever before.

The world stretched wide and wild,

Daring me to chase it.

The golden light burned brighter,

Catching in my breath.

And in that moment

Fear became flight.

©®Madhumita

LOVE

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light whispered your name,

As though love lived in the sun.

I held the warmth in my palms,

Imagining it was you.

Every glimmer on the rocks

Carried a secret meant for us.

The river hummed softly,

Like a lullaby I knew by heart.

I traced the horizon

And found your smile there.

Love felt endless,

Like the mountains themselves.

Even the quiet moments

Sparkled when I thought of you.

I breathed in the morning,

Breathing in your memory.

The golden light grew fuller,

Settling gently on my skin.

I knew then

That love does not fade,

It transforms,

It lingers,

It shines.

Just like this morning light.

©®Madhumita