MADHUMATHI

MADHUMATHI

Language Of Flowers

Busy are the Bougainvilleas, color-washing my soul

Leaving their pigments of love all over

On days when I feel autumn in my heart, or

When shoveling is too tough, on my snowy mind

My darling Paper flowers, not fragrant

Yet, the scent of joy spreads within, as they shoulder

As they embrace me in vibrant colors of hope, like

Spring kissing my eyes...

Telosma! My Tonkin Jasmine!

If solitude is a creeper, it could be Sampangi

Gently climbing upon the evening's shoulder

Intoxicating the world, as she begins to smile

Her lips in drowsy orange, and milky green hues

Memories and moments heady in her fragrance

Making hearts swirl, and twirl

Language of flowers, is always love

But, to love just a flower or two

Through a language, breaks my heart

Each flower, even the unseen, unheard

Is a messenger of love,  hope, and my precious muse

To each petal, my heart bows down in gratitude

The language of flowers, some might say

Is color, fragrance...

Yet

I hear love, as each bud unfolds...

"Chrysalis heart..."

I have chosen silence

To coil up in my cocoon

Breathing therapeutic moments of unfriending the chaos

Scrubbing off the stains of the mundane

Soul taking a shower, under mute waterfalls

Do you have the patience to wait

Until my wings sprout, and I meet you as a butterfly

Or

You have too many impatient questions

To this chrysalis?!

Do you know, love is

Not just conversations and conversations and conversations, but

Listening to, and guarding silences too

In sweetened patience

Until I come back, and begin to talk

Like a child saying its first word, and

You hug my voice like an elated Mother/Father...

In Love With The Art(Ist)

Gerua evening sky, melting

Into crimson-purple…

Slowly flows the starlit hues

Of a chilly night

Bonfire by the lake…

As they sit together

Gazing at the petals of fire

Absorbing warmth

Scents of silence, kindle the voices

Hidden in art

Poetry in his captures

Paintings from her woven words

Begin a brand-new conversation

In the language of art…

As they listen, engrossed

The moon serves warm nectar…

At dawn

While the blue unfolds, and gold blushes

Their intoxicated souls

Smile in gratitude

For the hangover art gifted…

Old Is Gold

(Forgotten technology)

Dialing the humble old telephone

That we did not even own, but

Ran to a nearby shop, or to a neighbor’s house

Paying for calls, investing a rupee or two

Gaining priceless joy of hearing a loved one

Sharing joy concern surprise, and

Sometimes, hiding tears lacking privacy...

And you! My dear Roll film

Delight it was, every time I captured moments

Conscious of the thirty six, and occasionally an extra film

Saving few for the possible 'best moments'

"When can I get the prints?" my restless question

The lab aNNa always faced

Collecting the pictures, quickly seeing them all

At the studio, with a grinning heart

While 'digital dust' accumulated these days

With umpteen forgotten clicks...

Hello dear cassettes, how I miss you!

Recording my favorite songs from a shop

The rewind forward and pause buttons

You were obedient to, and

The pencil you might have been angry with

For screwing you guys often, but

The songs had to keep playing, you see

I apologies now, for the harm...

Nokia! Darling gadget that weighed like a brick

Worked like a yoga instructor

Fit and strong inside out!

Your battery life or clarity, you were trustworthy

Even dropping you from the tenth floor

It was the concrete road, that shattered

The list is long...

Radio, Walkman, VCR(rented), Floppy disc, Pager

Nostalgia cascades from each one of you...

But now, all I could do, is

Write to you all, from an android phone

With eternal black and white and sepia love...

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.