2020 has been too harsh.It's a year full of pain.Deaths and deaths every dayIt is a never ending rain.Every day comes with bad news.Thousands have lost job.It seems like a demon has arrived,With an evil intention to rob.This year can't be good anymore.Everyday we try to cope.But the only reason we didn't break down.It is our strong and consistent hope.©madhumita_bhowmick
Isn't forever true?, I ask.The emotions that we feel.Or just a momentary pleasure.Not real but reel.We live on someone else's conditions,Is life a contract?Where the rules are restricted,And reality works on facts.Is forever a myth?Or a gloomy situation we live.Where our truth is hated,And lies are all they give."Forever", a big word.A situation lived in head.But reality is jeopardised,By the pseudo-care we were fed.Fed with the false power.That they impose with conviction.They forget a rebel is always a rebel.They are never ready for repercussions.©madhumita_bhowmick
Lost not lost.
I have gone astrayOr I am coming on trackUnable to understandWhat am I doing to fill the crack.I know what I have asked forCan never be receivedA partner full of LoveAnd my heart will always be deceived.Yet I decided to checkTry my luck againThis time with least expectationsAnd not receive disdainLove became an act of emotionI can show or keep reservedBut shower on the one,Who I feel have always deserved©madhumita_bhowmick
I am what I am.
I am ecstatic,But was a little shy.An embodiment of wilderness.I would remain this till I die.I am wild.Yet was an epitome of fear.But I explored the darkest route.Without the help of peer.I am brave.But kept a chamber of shame.I ran from a life I desired.Cause I didn't want to get defamed.But now I won't fear.Shame resides no moreI live my life on my terms.I strengthened myself from the core.©madhumita_bhowmick
I live in dark chambers,Inside closed doors.I do not let out the emotions,Through cries or roars.I realized today,I was happy back then.When I could actually cry,And not remain in my den.Silently I whisper,"Maybe it happens for a reason"Every time there's a mishapI blame myself for every season. Well, season here are the days,I live with joy or sorrow.But the days I smile a little bit more,Feels like a loan from tomorrow.Anxious I feel among people,I won't allow them to know.The reason for my despair,The reason I feel so low. I live in dark chambers,A room of my own.A place within myself.To celebrate and to mourn.©madhumita_bhowmick
No strings attached
I don't hold on to people,I don't do that anymore,To all those I've set free,My heart now refuses to adore.Tired is my mind and soul,Asking, "What am I to you?"I refuse to live a life confusedThis feeling did not develop new.I don't want to force a place,To be in anybody's life If I feel unwelcomed,I do not express with strife.I don't want to be held back,And I don't show my rage.So I set free people,They don't belong to a cage.I have no expectations,People don't deserve to be glued.They come if they want to,If they don't, I am still good.©madhumita_bhowmick
The silence engulfed me,It was always MY place.The silence is necessaryFor a break from life's race.Some days I would burnFrom that raging fire in me.Some days I would take comfortUnder the silent lee.We should be quiet some times.And feel the presence of our soul.It would be an understatement,We deny the silent night's role.Silence makes us realise,No matter how loud we cry.The actual comfort lies,Watching the dark night sky.Contemplating the days in life,When we remember the hurt, the painWe don't wail anymore.But silently watch the rain.©madhumita_bhowmick
There's so much peaceWhen you knowThe trance you were in,That kept you lowBroke into piecesWaking you from the dreamThat had no happy visuals,But could only be remembered for screams.The nightmare,That pushed you to dark,A dingy, stinky dreamOf dead bodies in the park.That dream, Had to break one day,The memories of the dreamHad to go away.How long would I stay?A sadistic, masochistic girl.Even the dark shell opens upTo show the magnificent pearl.The trance had to be lost.To give me a life,A good life at any cost.©madhumita_bhowmick
A woman is often misjudgedFor her outspoken emotionsShe is looked down uponFor her creative notion.She must be a slaveOf the opposite gender.And if she refuses to followShe is a regular offender.Love or lust Is her own desireShe will decide to calm itOr ignite the fire.A woman must showWhat she wants in life.If she wants to remain a spinsterOr become somebody's wife.Her life is her own.Her body shouldn't be seen,As an opportunity to abuseBy the world so mean.A woman is often stopped,From being her own boss.She is often made to believeHer life is her very own loss.Yet every dayWe see women stand highAnd fight for the right to live,And fight till the hour they die.©madhumita_bhowmick
There is so much peaceIn the silence of the nightWhen you can hear the soft breezeAnd cherish the absence of light.Nights are indeed lonesomeYet it has always been so kind.It slowly removes the chaotic whisper,And invites the peace of mind.Nights have been my favourite,It releases my soul from the nick.I am the lover of night,I am an intense Nyctophilic.©madhumita_bhowmick