Poems by Madhu Jaiswal
The perfect gaze.
deep with in.
Of inexplicable galore.
the tale of
The beautiful mind
and it’s silhouette.
The prominences of ongoing
Pearl of dew drops
on its surfaces.
may it seem.
BEING A WOMEN
Women the epitome of Shakti, worshipped as Devi Kali and Durga.
Yet looked down upon and made to feel the subordinate gender amongst two.
She coherently seeks the wellness of whomever she adores.
Yet remain unworthy, unethical synchronization of masses.
Some caressing moment of blissful togetherness of her loved one is what she desires.
But in return she gets that leads her soul deprived and haywire.
She plays nonstop various roles.
At a time a dotting daughter.
At a time a loving wife.
At a time a caring mother.
At a time a mystic lover.
She’s the one who looks after all the chores.
Yet her entity mostly lays in abhor.
She’s the axis around which the family revolves.
With her endurances everyone around evolves.
Without her existence mankind won’t be able to survive their keen.
Lets respect thy woman who have been sustaining since long and living on brim.
WAVES OF LOVE
You came in and drenched me
with the waves of love.
I was swayed away
with the dilemma,
Life seemed in symphony
with the rhythmic conglomeration.
Two unified souls.
Felt like surging.
And then the time swept away
like sand dunes from my hand.
The gloomy days.
How I miss those days.
When the life seemed a bed of roses.