Bougainvillea Evenings

Magenta skies and purple light,

still haunt my lonely heart tonight,

Like bougainvillea drenched in sun,

they whisper days when we were one.

Within your arms so warm and deep,

my timid soul would softly sleep,

While crimson blush upon my face

would bloom beneath your tight embrace.

Your fingers wrapped around me slow,

like tangled vines that cling and grow,

And every breath you drew from me

became a tender melody.

The branches swayed, the flowers sighed,

as youthful longing bloomed with pride,

And shy desires we could not name

set all my trembling heart aflame.

Still today those colours stay,

though years like rivers slipped away,

For purple evenings still impart

the ache you planted in my heart.

And when the bougainvillea climb

across the fading walls of time,

I feel your arms around me yet,

a love my soul cannot forget.                                                                                                                     

Beneath the dusk’s lilac refrain,

your name still falls like summer rain,

A quiet fire, soft yet wild,

that wakes the dreaming in me, child.

Though seasons turned and shadows grew,

my heart still keeps the shade of you,

Like petals pressed in hidden art,

your memory lives beneath my heart.

©®Madhumita

Intoxicated

  

My coffee smoulders in the quiet dawn,

Its aroma drifting through forgotten dreams,

Curling softly around the corners of memory,

Awakening desires hidden beneath silence.

The cup trembles gently between my fingers,

Like a secret longing waiting to be spoken,

And every rising swirl of fragrant warmth

Paints soft mountains upon the restless heart.

Outside, the world rushes without tenderness,

Yet here, time melts into velvet stillness,

Where thoughts dissolve like sugar crystals

Into bittersweet pools of aching affection.

The steam kisses my face with tenderness,

As though old passions  returned again,

Whispering your name through scented clouds

That linger stubbornly against the soul.

I sip slowly from the porcelain silence,

And feel emotions bloom like midnight roses,

Wild, untamed, and beautifully dangerous,

Carrying the fervour of unfinished desires.

Somewhere between the warmth and bitterness,

Love sits quietly beside my solitude,

Breathing softly through the coffee smoke,

Turning loneliness into a sacred intoxication.

©®Madhumita

Alone I bloom ..

Loneliness smiles softly now,

It taught me company,

Waiting polished my joy,

Time learned my rhythm,

Longing made space bright,

Sighs turned into laughter,

Watching sharpened wonder.

Enduring grew gratitude,

I am now full of patience,

Even alone, I bloom,

The heart is generous,

Silence feels friendly.;

Missing sweetens presence,

I trust arrivals,

I trust myself,

Loneliness waves from afar,

No longer needed,

Only remembered.

I stand light-footed.

Open, unafraid,

Love feels possible,

Joy practices quietly,

Hope hums nearby,

The door stands open,

I am already home.

©®Madhumita

COMPANION

Loneliness yawns with me..

Waiting drains color from hours,

Each minute asks too much,

Hope feels heavy today.

Longing limps..

Sighing replaces speech,

Watching exhausts the eyes,

Even dreams need rest.

Endurance rubs its temples..

I count cracks in time,

Silence hums loudly,

My heart needs a chair.

I sit with my weariness..

Missing becomes routine,

Desire slows its pace,

Faith blinks, not gone.

I breathe between doubts..

The night stretches cruelly,

Morning arrives unfinished,

Still, I rise.

Tired does not mean done..

I carry less expectation,

I carry myself,

Loneliness nods knowingly.

We walk on..

©®Madhumita

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