Swan Song



Beauty in simplicity, pompousness defeated quietly.

– ©® Madhulika Mitra


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This is a 6 word short story written for the challenge #PFsixwordchallenge hosted by @pageflutter on IG.


Skywalkers (a poem)



Skywalkers (a poem) by ©® Madhulika Mitra
The pungent grey clouds hid
The hologram of possibilities behind it’s lost facade.
Perhaps it was so the sky walker wanderers
Would loose themselves in darkness
And never find the way
To the land above the clouds.
But, the  wolf hearts weren’t so lost of passion
The light they seeked, was within
And the darkness only amplified the hidden glaze.
It must be crazy, they thought!
We feared we didn’t have wings, so we’ll never reach the clouds
But we’re waters inside and out
We have got, the evaporating skills!
We don’t need, to seek the clouds
For the clouds know, it needs us more.
Our tenacity was tested, by our own anxiousness.
We were already, where we were meant to be.
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Clubbing Day 12 prompts of

#Zopoinmarch by @zoebfm

#marchechoesatabyss by @_indelible_inked.phoenix
#cmmarchchallenge by @cerynnmccain
#marcbfchallenge #colorbodyfeels by @cc_writes
#marchfalls by @aseawords & @breath_words_
#marpoetry by @tempus247 #tenacity
#madmarchchallenge by @ravenofthewritingdesk

Moans Under The Moon (a poem)




Moans Under The Moon by ©® Madhulika Mitra

The moon looked through
The veils that hid our secret dance
On the beds of sands and dried roses
Our moans under her silent howls
Bellowed a symphony of the risen beasts
The drooping shy eyes that hide
The revulsions of desires underneath
Turns even the mellow scents
Into wildflowers.
This poem is for #eroticpoetrychallenge on Instagram.
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Rise Of The Lionesque (a poem)



Rise of the #Lionesque by ©® Madhulika Mitra

When the infernos of the #darkernights were too much for her to suffer
She’d look #sideways and within
In hopes of someone
To whom her pain would matter
She was instead, made into
A #narcissusinchains
Endless submission and domination
Of her own vile instincts and chatter
Emotions gnawing at each wound
She’d cover under the sands.
But as her wounds were rubbed
And made to bleed out dead
The Lionesque embers of her soul
(Those she’d lulled into the abyss of her distant memories
And forgotten they’d even existed)
Rose up like blizzards in the silent storms
The rising had began
The sleeping fragments were being awakened
The million shards she’d been torn into
Were only the pieces of masquerade that didn’t fit her,

Clubbing Day 5 prompts of
#marpoetrychallenge hosted by @tempus247
#marchfallspoetrychallenge hosted by @aseawords
#zopoinmarch hosted by @zoebfm
#marchechoesatabyss hosted by @_indelible_inked.phoenix_

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Silent Weeps



Silent Weeps by ©® Madhulika Mitra

Everybody talks about the ballads of romeo, while the Juliet is supposed to sit and gulp up her tears in her room. When we talk about longing between two lovers, Do we know how the Juliets weep?

©® Madhulika Mitra

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