Author: Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar

She, the Woman

Reading Time: 2 minutesHere’s a woman-centric poem by Madhumita, for Different Truths. Her heart is full of aches and pains Her mind surrounded with clutter From the outside world, utter Grief, un-reined thoughts and confusion Full of impatience and irritation She sits in a stony silence Shrouded in a veil of depression.   Her life falls in shreds […]

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Priceless!

Reading Time: 1 minuteA powerful women-centric poem by Madhumita, for Different Truths. Sad but true, How many years do You actually live? Or grow up to believe That you are living! Giving up yourselves, For all, but thyself. Living for the children, For the men and women, Who aspire for and acquire All that you bear, Keep on […]

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The Cold Winter Night…

Reading Time: 1 minute A love poem in the backdrop of a cold winter night, by Madhumita, for Different Truths. Wintry night embraces, shivering, frigid and piercing, Lonely in love, my heart hibernates, gelid and cold, Sleep returns in the dream-laden eyes slowly, of old times reminiscing,  To strike the glacial barrenness, in its warmth to hold.   Each memory […]

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Love

Reading Time: 1 minuteAn intense love poem by Madhumita, for Different Truths. The air is thick with the grey damp fog, wet and cold, as the frost gradually froze, Yet I still see through the smoggy blanket and the frozen icicles suspended in the air, Running around like a whirlwind in this world of emotional tempests, With the […]

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Goodbye

Reading Time: 1 minuteA poignant love poem by Madhumita, for Different Truths. It feels like I am streaming through a mellow silvery flow, When the moonlight sieves in through the glass window, The flap of the wing of the night bird and the beats of the heart could be heard, Was the endless hypnotising tickling the soft breaths […]

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Love

Reading Time: 1 minuteHere’s a poignant love poem, by Madhumita, for Different Truths. The air is thick with the grey damp fog, wet and cold, as the frost gradually froze,  Yet I still see through the smoggy blanket and the frozen icicles suspended in the air, Running around like a whirlwind in this world of emotional tempests, With […]

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