MADHUMATHI

MADHUMATHI

Why Do I Write Poetry?

I do not know how to live, without poems

For

Poetry, is the womb inside which

My mind, heart, and soul coil up

Take birth each day, a new-born

Curiously meets the universe with

Tiny marvelled eyes, and a hopeful smile

I write poetry, like opening the windows of a dark room

To let the warm fingers of the sun

Gently stroke the hidden aches of the dilapidated walls

To let the frozen teardrops, thaw melt and flow like rivers

Thirsty for ocean's love

I write poems, wrapping each one with gratitude and love

To the universe, to the Almighty, for

Allowing me to metamorphose through words

I write poetry, as a prayer, penance, and meditation

Surrendering to Nature's divinity, and eternal abundance

I write in humility, to plant seeds of hope, and love

To gift a smile, or wipe a tear or two

To shoulder the aching souls through words, dissolving distances

To be the voice of a myriad mute hearts

Observing the world, through the several pairs of eyes

I write, to become a florist

Creating bouquets of poems, fragrant with joy, and peace

Poems are all I have, to build

A home, a nest, a swing, or a cradle through words for the world

And, I write poetry, for myself too

For, in this unpredictable life

If someday I feel stranded, desolate

I would still have my poems, waiting for me

With open arms, cry for me, and with me too

I inhale life, trying to exhale poetry

Inhale poetry, to eternalise moments inked with love

I write poetry, to shed the "I"

And

Leave heart prints behind, on the sands of time...

Dear Post Box,...

Yours Whateverly...

A lonely post box, reluctant to talk

As I stopped to have a conversation

Lost weight, looked weak, barrenness eating from the inside

How many letters were once its happy visitors

Love, joy, tears, festival wishes

Meaningless invitations for weddings, of incompatibles

Letters requesting help, cringing and quivering in poverty

Delightful letters, carrying news of birth

Of the first rose flower, or tomato in the garden

A child writing to his/her doting dad

Who endures the pain of distance, from a faraway land

Letters, that carry the pigments of emotions

Blended with the ink, some words smudged by tears

Letters with eloquent ellipsis, and spaces to fill each other's hearts

Sheer joy, in post office visits

The stamps, inland letters, the glue made of maida with multiple fingerprints

Postman uncle's cycle bell, kindling curiosity

To run to the door, and wait for our names to be heard aloud

Receiving letters in glee, like an award

The restlessness to cut open, and feel the love from another city/state

The clearance timings, and reaching just on time

As if it was a race, well a racing heart maybe

Sigh!

"Where are those beautiful days, dear..."

I asked the post box, as it began to rain

"Am asking you the same...", said the post box, sobbing

We both hugged each other tight

Our tears blended with the rain...

Who else knows the pain of love, better

Than the rain, and the dear post box...

Weapon…

To steal your silence, and

Smear my words on your heart

Words that endure excruciating pain

Being unspoken

They stampede in my heart

Kicking, and scratching my vocal cord

Forcing me to speak to you

But you!

YOU!

Your opaque selective-mute heart

Turns a deaf ear to my wailing love...

Let me steal your silence, and

When someday you decide to speak

I shall help you understand

How it feels, to be strangled by silence

When love kneels like a child

Crying, not for attention

But just to be lifted gently, and hear a kind voice

"My child, Why are you crying?!", and

As if it met a magician at work

Would smile, grin, through the eyes

The dimple brimming with joy!

Well...

Let me steal your silence

And

Scrape my words off too, from your heart

For

Your silence I steal is my sword, but

My words, need not be your defence.

Life's Small Pleasures

Waking up to a alarm-free morning

Like, early morning 9am

Inhaling Petrichor

Sipping cardamom tea watching the raindrops slide upon the Gulmohar...

Window seat, on train journeys

Hesitant smile from a passenger that blooms into a jasmine grin

The golden sun, melting into crimson-orange

When dusk blushes...

My Shyam(the happy crow) dunking biscuits in water

Much needed message from a Thozhi or Thozhan

When there is a storm in the mind, or the heart quivers...

Crisp blue Sky, and birds forming patterns

Butterflies kissing the flowers, landing on my shoulder

Pollen smeared on my soul...

Gazing at the intoxicating moon

While the Sea sings in the voice of the hidden pearls

Exclusively for me, through each wave...

Stolen kisses, ephemeral fights

Warm soul-hugs that speak volumes...

Writing a poem, and suddenly running to switch off the stove

(Oh the boiling milk, that I often forget!)

Playing with the choppu saaman whenever seeing children play...

Annoying amma, repeating acts that provoke her

To hear the music in her adorable anger...

Terrace moments, blanketed by solitude

Teary-eyed at someone's love, in an unexpected moment

That uplifts mood, and extends my smile

Buying food for a struggling soul, and

Leaving the place with a satisfied heart

Seeing new light in those eyes...

Feeling the texture of love

In the extra roses, the flower-seller gives with her kind smile

Balloons and chocolates, from a curious child

Offering with twinkling eyes

Cycling through empty streets, wearing wings of joy

Auto rides, and solo trips for coffee

Accessories from roadside shops, earthenware from villages, exploring Sandhai

Life's little pleasures are innumerable

And

Love is the seed; all the pleasures sprout from...

MADHUMATHI

MADHUMATHI: An ardent lover of Nature, Poetry (English and Tamil), Photography, and Music, Madhumathi believes writing is a soulful journey of weaving one's emotions and thoughts, having a kaleidoscopic view of life through poetry.  She experiences Metamorphosis through writing. Nature is her eternal muse and elixir. Poetry, to Madhumathi, is a way of life, and loves to leave heart prints behind in gratitude, through her words. She strongly believes in the therapeutic power of words, that plant love, hope, and enable a deep healing. Madhumathi loves to spread mental health awareness through writing, breaking the stigma, and takes part in related activities, too. Madhumathi's poems are published with the Poetry Society India in their AIPC anthologies 2015, 16, and 17, the multilingual anthology 'Poetic Prism' 2015(Tamil and English),  Chennai Poets' Circle's 'Efflorescence' 2018, 2019,  India Poetry Circle's 'Madras Hues Myriad Views'(2019) celebrating the spirit and glory of Madras, in the UGC approved e-journal Muse India, in IWJ-International Writers' Journal (2020), and e- zines Our Poetry Archive(OPA), and Storizen.