Abide

 

Loneliness is weight,

carried without applause.

It bends my spine,

not my will.

I wake and continue,

Waiting becomes labor,

Hope clocks in silently.

Longing bruises,

then toughens.

Sighs harden into resolve,

Watching sharpens patience.

Days pass through me,

Nights test my breath,

I learn how much I can hold.

Endurance writes its name in scars,

Still, I stand.

Still, I choose tomorrow,

The ache does not own me.

I walk with it,

Side by side.

Missing becomes manageable.

Pain learns manners.

I remain!

Unbroken, unfinished,

Ready, when called.

©®Madhumita

We’re One Beat

 

We speak in a hundred tons of light,

Still sing the same song every night,

Jana Gana Mana, loud and clear,

In gullies, streets, everywhere,

From Mumbai streets to hills of snow,

Wherever we wander, we all still glow.

 

Different dreams, same starry sky,

You and I, draped in the tri-colour, we never ask why,

Dhoti, kurta, saree, achkan, salwar,

The Indian threads weaves in colours galore,

Food and fashion, drums and flame,

Every color calls her name.

 

India, India...

Our insignia,

Revered motherland,

Where flow the seas and the desert sand,

Strains of bhajans, shabads and azaans fill the air,

Bringing in peace, away from any warfare.

 

 

We dance in rains, we rise in sun,

So many hearts, but only one,

Unity’s not just what we say,

It’s how we live each single day,

United in sprit, and the 'bhartiya' culture,

We don't allow anybody to desecrate Her.

 

India moves, alive, and complete,

A billion souls, one beating beat.

©®Madhumita

The Eternal River

 

 

From Himalaya’s crown of snow,

To where the southern coconut trees grow,

Flows my India... vast, serene, divine,

In every heart her love aligns.

 

Her temples rise, her minarets gleam,

Her chants and bells unite in twilight dream.

The Ganga whispers to the sea,

“All hearts hum together, one in unity.”

 

Beneath her sky of golden hue,

A thousand faiths breathe in the air

The early worships and the prayers

Softly touch the morning dew.

From every home, rises a prayer the same,

For peace, for love, for her dear name.

 

A river of souls, both old and new,

Colored in different hues,

Flows ever strong, her waves raptorial

From times immemorial

Flowing together without much ado,

In unison, and ever true.

©®Madhumita

 

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