Madhumita Nov 15
Moon drunk fool,
you hide your pain
gloriously.

I adore the way you
drape your words
around the night and
make mellow poems
to soothe the sting of this
lunatic
lovelorn
lousy
life.
Madhumita Nov 15
I feel you  
lover mine
bloom under my touch –  
opal eyes
kindled, anticipating;
fragrant skin
alive with an awakening.

And I  
loom in the shadows
of your errant breathing.

I see you
lover mine
recede to the place
warm, amenable
where my words
(wounds, really)
diffuse into nothing.

And I  
rush, frantic  
to quell the bleeding,
the outpour
of my uninvited feelings.
Madhumita Nov 15
Today I woke up
hating myself
more than I did yesterday.

Today I wept;
wished I could change,
become a different person.

Today I vowed
to save myself,
to start anew.

Today I failed again;
my resolve trapped
inside my leaden bones.

Today I will sink,
broken
with the hope that
tomorrow
I will rise,
whole.
Living life on repeat
Madhumita Apr 30
Softly, the music makes me weep, and I
sink into the storm. You are breathtaking.
My life before you was a dream, a lie.
I am awake now, love, trembling, shaking.

You have ripped my feeble façade away
and doused me in ultraviolet bliss.
You, you are the sky. I am a blue jay
forever reaching, begging for a kiss.

I smolder under your luminous gaze;
I grow heavy, molten under your touch.
Slowly, I open, close, my blood ablaze,
Undulating in your leisurely clutch.

I rise, yield, my heart beating like a drum.
I float, complete, my breath a steady thrum.
NaPoWriMo Day 30
Poetry form: English Sonnet
Madhumita Apr 29
Your pain is not a gift.

Don’t be burdened
if they don’t rejoice to receive it.

Don’t
let the lack of a correct response
ebb your purge.

They don’t understand.
Of course, they don’t.
They are not you;
They have not suffered
your black holes.
Do you wish them to?

Don’t
brush away their sympathy.
It is the price you pay
to have someone
care enough to listen.
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Poetry form: Free verse
Madhumita Apr 28
Here I sit, collecting sunsets
while you are away from me.
I dissolve my silly regrets
in steaming mugs of tea.

I’d miss you more, I think
if it weren’t for the playful sea.
The waves tease me with a wink –
I’m easily distracted, you see.

The weather has been great,
these days I’m almost happy.
So I enjoy myself while I wait
for you to come back to me.
NaPoWriMo Day 28
Poetry form: Quatrain
Madhumita Apr 27
Does this ever happen to you?
You get into a messy, **** fight,
but you lose steam about half way through
when you realize you’re the one who’s wrong.
Now, you want to stop arguing; you really do.
But for some idiotic ineffable reason
your mouth won’t do what your brain tells it to.
So you keep spouting nonsense with all your might
and continue to quarrel without a clue.
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Poetry form: Magic9
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