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

WAIT

One morning in the mountains,

I waited beneath the golden light,

Counting breaths like footsteps.

The dawn crept slowly,

Stretching shadows thin;

I held onto silence,

As if it were a promise.

Time felt thick,

Moving reluctantly.

I watched the sky shift colors,

Searching for a sign;

Every sound made me turn,

Hope rising too quickly.

But it was always the wind.

Or a bird.

Or nothing.

The mountains stood patient,

Teaching me how to endure.

I whispered your name

Into the morning air,

It floated away,

Soft but certain.

I stayed,

Because waiting is love too,

A quiet kind.

©®Madhumita

HOPES

  

One morning in the mountains,

Hope rose with the golden light,

Gentle but unstoppable.

The day unfolded slowly,

Like a letter from the future.

I breathed in possibility,

Letting it settle warm inside me.

Even the stones glimmered

With new beginnings.

Birds soared higher,

As if carrying dreams upward.

The wind hummed softly,

Not with sorrow, but promise.

I felt the world expand,

Ready to open its arms.

The past loosened its grip,

Slipping into the shadows.

Light filled the spaces

Where doubt once lived.

And the mountains,

Tall and certain,

Whispered that hope

Is the strongest sunrise.

So I lifted my face

And believed again.

©®Madhumita

SEPARATION

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light fell between us,

A thin line of goodbye.

Your shadow faded first,

Clinging to the stones.

I reached for your hand,

But distance moved faster.

The sky turned sharp,

Too bright for comfort.

Silence replaced your voice,

Heavy as a winter night.

I watched your footsteps

Grow smaller on the path.

The mountains swallowed you whole.

I tried to memorize the moment,

But memories blur when the heart shakes.

The golden light wavered,

Unsure of its place.

And so was I.

I stood alone,

With only the morning to witness.

Separation stung like cold air,

Sharp, lingering.

The day continued,

But I did not.

©®Madhumita

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