Tempestuous Love

 

Our love rose like storm-winds over a restless sea,

Sky split open where your wild heartbeat touched mine.

Thunder rolled each time our lips collided,

Lightning braided its silver into your stare.

I felt the tide heave beneath my ribs,

Pulled by the moon-drag of your name.

We danced in the wreckage of gentle mornings,

Feet tangled in the spray of undone promises.

Your voice, a gale tearing through my quiet,

My longing, a sail strained to its last seam.

We burned like ship-lanterns in furious rain,

Casting shards of gold across the dark.

Yet every touch was a rising tempest,

Every promise, a cloud swelling toward rupture.

Still I followed the flicker of your storm-lit smile,

Through whirlpools spun from your shifting moods.

Even as shadows roared between us,

I clung to the mast of what we might become.

And when the tempest finally shattered our horizon,

Love washed ashore—wrecked, glittering, undiminished

©®Madhumita

Tempest of the Heart

 

Our love first stirred like wind upon the sea,

A trembling wave that drew your soul to me.

Your touch was lightning dancing on my skin,

A spark that woke the storm that slept within.

I felt the tides arise with every glance,

As moonlit hopes began their tender dance.

We walked through dawns where rosy clouds would part,

Soft rain of longing falling from the heart.

Your whispered words became a velvet gale,

A breath so warm it filled my every sail.

We burned like lanterns through the wildest night,

Two wandering flames that leaned toward the light.

Though tempests rose and shadows tried their art,

Your steady pulse beat harbor in my heart.

Through whirlwinds fierce I held your promise near,

Its gentle glow outshining doubt and fear.

And even when the skies began to weep,

Our crimson vows ran fathoms wide and deep.

Now calm returns where once the storms would rove,

And peace is found within our boundless love.

©®Madhumita

Tempest of Eternal Flame

 

Love rose between us like a dawn-stirred storm,

Its golden wrath in trembling clouds took form.

Your gaze, a fire no mortal night could tame,

Struck through my soul and set my blood to flame.

Beneath your touch the world grew hushed and still,

As though the heavens bent toward our single will.

Your breath upon my lips became the breeze

That stirred the ancient longing of the seas.

I felt your voice like thunder in my veins,

A noble pulse that shattered earthly chains.

Our hearts entwined where burning angels trod,

Their wings aflame with whispers born of God.

Through raging winds I sought no shore but you,

For love’s fierce beacon crowned the tempest true.

Though shadows rose with envious desire,

Your ardor stood, a citadel of fire.

And when the storm in solemn silence fell,

Its embers glowed with tales we alone could tell.

Thus in the hush where mortal voices cease,

Our love endures all, eternal, tempest, peace.

©®Madhumita

O Love

 O love, you came upon my wandering breast

Like sudden winds that waken earth from rest;

Your eyes, twin planets in a twilight sky,

Drew forth the hidden soul of mine to fly.

Soft as the rose that trembles into bloom,

Your touch dispelled my winter’s lingering gloom.

A nectar’d warmth along my spirit ran,

More sweet than Spring’s first blush on mortal man.

Your voice, low-murmur’d as an evening stream,

Stirred in my heart some long-forgotten dream.

And all the air grew rich with amber light,

As though the stars took pity on the night.

I felt your breath like petals on my cheek,

A holy fire no storm could rend or break.

Even as tempests gathered ‘round our sighs,

Their fury melted in your earnest eyes.

For passion’s flame, once kindled, knows no shroud,

It burns the brighter when the winds grow loud.

Thus, hand in hand, we tread where rapture lies,

Our love a seraph’s hymn beneath the skies.

©®Madhumita

Tempest in Elysian Air

O love, you came upon my wandering breast

Like sudden winds that waken Earth from rest;

Your eyes, twin planets in a twilight sky,

Drew forth the hidden soul of mine to fly.

Soft as the rose that trembles into bloom,

Your touch dispelled my winter’s lingering gloom.

A nectar’d warmth along my spirit ran,

More sweet than Spring’s first blush on mortal man.

Your voice, low-murmur’d as an evening stream,

Stirred in my heart some long-forgotten dream.

And all the air grew rich with amber light,

As though the stars took pity on the night.

I felt your breath like petals on my cheek,

A holy fire no storm could rend or break.

Even as tempests gathered around our sighs,

Their fury melted in your earnest eyes.

For passion’s flame, once kindled, knows no shroud,

It burns the brighter when the winds grow loud.

Thus, hand in hand, we tread where rapture lies,

Our love a seraph’s hymn beneath the skies.

©®Madhumita

The Home Within the Light

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With wandering thoughts now glowing free,

they beckon deeper into me,

past gentle truths the mind has learned,

toward secret fires the soul has earned.

I follow where their embers lead,

through forests grown from every need;

their branches whisper ancient names,

their leaves remember all my flames.

The path bends wide, then narrows thin,

a trembling door swings open in;

behind it hums a quiet core,

the pulse I almost lost before.

Here thoughts no longer merely rise;

they shape the air, they shift the skies.

They turn to rivers, flowing clear,

through caverns carved by doubt and fear.

I drink their waters, cool and deep,

and feel old shadows lose their keep;

what once was folded, once concealed,

now stands unmasked, entirely healed.

And in that stillness, warm and wide,

I find the self I used to hide,

a steady flame, serene and bright,

the home I’ve built within the light.

©®Madhumita

After the Unfolding

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Now that my thoughts have come to light,

they wander freely through the night;

bright constellations taking shape

from fragments once too faint to trace.

They drift like seeds on silver air,

seeking new soil anywhere,

soft landing places in the mind

where dreams and waking intertwine.

Some settle near forgotten springs

that murmur half-remembered things;

others climb old, abandoned towers

and ring the bells of hidden hours.

I follow where their trails ignite,

through fields of ink, through pools of light;

their shimmering paths divide the dark

like meteors learning where to spark.

And in their glow, I come to see

the quiet cartography of me,

the winding roads I never knew,

the truths that dawned when thoughts broke through.

For once they learned to rise and roam,

those folded thoughts became my home:

a living map, a lanterned guide,

to all the worlds I hold inside.

©®Madhumita