प्रेम कहाँ छुप पाता है...

ठंडी बयार सी
दहकती अंगार सी
सूरज सा चरम
चान्दनी सी रेशम
धूप छाँव के से खेल में
अद्भुत से बेमेल में
प्रेम कहाँ छुप पाता है
नयी कविता लिख जाता है
नयनों में चहकते काजल सी
पैरों में खनकती पायल सी
नयी बोली दे जाता है
शब्द नये सजाता है
बोले अनबोले के फेर में
ख़ामोशी के हेर में
सब कुछ बदला सा लगता है
जब जहां नया सा लगता है
जब दिल बल्लियों उछलता है
अनुराग आँखों से छलकता है
तब प्रेम कहाँ छुप पाता है
नयी #कविता लिख जाता है

©®मधुमिता

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In this age of rapes and molestations,
Feotal killings and pregnancy terminations,
Battle zones and wars,
With inequality, apartheid reeking everywhere,
When everywhere dwells inhumanity,
Brutality,
Religious barbarity,
Cruelty,
Persistent malnourishment and poverty
In areas, with immense human agony,
Do the angels rage?
Why do not they themselves engage
To erase all sins
And pains?

©®Madhumita

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Mutual respect and co-operation are the essential ingredients for humanity, and for building a happy society.

©®Madhumita

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Potpourri....

The velvety night slithers
Moments slip through
through the creases of time
Singing to me are the fragrances
The fragrances of night
A potpourri of nicotiana
jasmine and tuberose
Soothing
calming the senses
The senses that dance
with the silence singing
Breaking into a medley
Planting fragrant kisses
on the brow and the temple
The fragrance bursting within me
Colouring me
As a potpourri of emotions
Kiss the senses softly
Rekindling the fire within
The soft night air
Silkens my dreams

©®Madhumita

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We don't live forever, but our words do.
Hence choose them wisely!

©®Madhumita

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मैने रात को टूटते हुये देखा है,
देखा है उसे बिखरते हुये,
शिकस्त खाते हुये
इन रोशनियों से,
छुपती, छिपाती,
फिर उस माहौल को
खुद में समेट,
यकायक ,
ज़मीं पर उसको बरसते देखा है,
अवदाह सी,
भीषण अग्नि बनने को,
बनने को एक विराट दावानल
अहसासों की,
अनुभूतियों की,
चंचल और अदम्य
लपटों सी,
पाने को आतुर,
वो खोया आसमाँ,
जो पास नही था,
था बेहद दूर,
फिर थक कर,
चूर चूर हो,
धरती के माथे पर,
पसीने की मानिंद,
उसको सजते देखा है,
सुबह सवेरे
नन्ही सी
उस ओस की बूँद में,
उसे सिमटते देखा है,
हाँ, मैने रात को टूटते हुये देखा है।।

©®मधुमिता

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I want to dissolve
In the reflections of the mirror,
Bathe in its light,
Written on the mirror,
Read within the mirror,
To laugh and reflect,
Live and inhabitate,
See through all,
Seen by all,
Smiling at both
Beauty and truth,
Spreading cheer,
Shedding a tear,
Living with it,
Dying with it,
Breaking into a thousand pieces,
Yet smiling and shining,
Giving it all back,
Always reflecting!

©®Madhumita

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May I paint your beauty and capture in a frame and take you along

to be away with you , far from this maddening crowd ;

though my journey was a search, search for the pure,

now I wander aimlessly no more,

Now I can treasure you my way, in my colour.

Want to colour your cleavage,  your lovely ravine.

which colour of water will suit your bosom divine?

Wanted to paint you in stars and blooms,

Alas! black tried to mar, but the bright colours overshadowed the

©®Madhumita

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Coffee, dark, black and flavourful 
in your floral china cup, so colourful,
On cold winter daybreaks, 
warms me up while the whole world wakes.
Brings a smile on your lips 
and a simper on mine, taking hot sips;
For a moment the hot black liquid
caffeine, so addictive,
makes my emotions suge, ideas grow in
as if dosed on amphetamine .
The two warming hearts charge me
up, two smoking cream coffee, 
the aromatic, enticing brew,
Warming me through,
Is it the cup that I keep holding,
with different flavours unfolding,
that acts as a stimulant
to romanticism, so immanent!
Is the heady, stimulating concoction
an endorphin releasing confection?
Both of us huddled
and with the passing minutes lolled,
Is it the creamy, smooth, smoking coffee I crave for
or perhaps the smoldering you!

©®Madhumita

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the spring melts and flows

yellowed and orange blaze

nature radiant

breathes into the throbbing heart

the music resonating

©®Madhumita

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