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Best Poems Written by Madhu Mita

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Between Friends

They were in love and they hated each other.

They couldn’t stand to be in the same room together.

Falling in love was a new experience.

It changed the way they looked at the world

and the way they looked at themselves.

It brought with it the intense agony

and ecstasy; the hedonism

that are part of being in love.

They didn’t want to fall in love but

they couldn’t help themselves.

It was something out of their control.

They had once been best friends

but now,

because of the woman they loved,

they hated each other.

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The Fire Inside Her

The fire inside her,
Once but a tiny spark -
Brought the promise of hope
And spread smiles all around.
 
The fire inside her
Grew into a playful flame -
Dancing and leaping up
To go meet the golden sun.

The fire inside her
Became a roaring blaze -
Fiery passion burning in her heart,
Guiding her through unfamiliar ways.

The fire inside her 
Then mellowed to a gentle glow -
Warm, tender, protecting her
From the darkness so hollow.

The fire inside her
Has now begun to flicker -
Making her old hands quiver
But willing her to keep going.

The fire inside her
Will burn out soon enough;
Become ashes and dust
And glory days of the past.

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Coming Back Home - On My Way To You

Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…

I walked alone for a thousand days -

I wandered through crowded cities,

Trudged through untrodden ways.

 

Now every road looks the same to me,

The allure of the unknown has faded.

Every day I lose myself a little more,

Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.

 

It’s been so long I don’t even remember

What I was looking for when I set out

Leaving everything, everyone behind

With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.

 

Now I crave for things long forgotten;

I long for the times when secretly I knew

That no matter how far I drifted,

I would always find my way back to you.

 

Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;

Not yet. Someday soon  although.

For now, I’m ready to come home and face

Your memories from a million moons ago.

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Freedom

What does it mean to be free?

Does it mean that you live in a place

where you can choose who you want to be?

Take on the world and mold it

in a shape you want to see.

 

Say what you want to say,

laugh or cry, smile or weep;

take a step forward each day,

or just be still and contemplate

the workings of the Milky Way.

 

Does it all boil down to having options?

Is this total freedom? Or just one kind?

And what happens after you make decisions?

Does it bring peace to your turbulent mind?

Or guarantee happiness delivered to you

in an envelope all sealed and signed.

 

Then again, am I asking the right questions?

Or missing the point entirely

What is more important?

To know what freedom is really

or if you can truly ever be free?

Boundlessly. Completely. Essentially.

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Moon Drunk

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.

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Twelve Years Later

Then
Sneakers, candy;
one favourite dress
worn again
and again.
Now
Stilettos, mascara;
Tattered jeans
without the benefit
of skinned knees.
 
 
Then
Boisterous laughter,
shrieks of delight.
Running, shouting,
lemonade, glorious sunlight.
Now
Mysterious smile
that seeks attention;
neon lights and beer 
but still not as much fun.

Then
Liquid sunshine
like yellow satin;
all my friends,
so many games to play
Now
Hung-over mornings,
interchangeable friends;
mind games
and broken hearts.

Then
Hopes, fantasies;
dreaming, waiting
restlessly
to grow up.
Now
Disappointed.
Nostalgic.
Wishing those carefree days
would come back.

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The Day I Stopped Trying


One look
is all it took
to let me know
that whatever I do
I shall never ever be
good enough for you.
 
That precious bead
of time -
maybe a minute
or two lifetimes
somehow
while crushing me
also miraculously
set me free.