Madhu Gangopadhyay hails from India. Her passion for writing began when she was in school. She loves to pen down her musings at random moments. She is fiercely passionate about poetry and short stories, and her penchant for mythology can be seen in her works. She conveniently explores all the genres of poetry writing and has written on a plethora of topics. She has a Master of English Literature degree from Calcutta University and a bachelor’s degree in Education.

She has been in the education industry for two decades now. She has also been a content developer and has designed academic course books for senior school students and colleges. A soft skills trainer, motivational speaker, and an avid social worker: she is also an exponent of Indian classical dance forms. Currently she is pursuing MA in Psychology. She writes under the pen name #madmusings. Her works have been published in many international anthologies, ezine and webzines.

Her poems have also been translated into Albanian, Spanish. Turkish and Persian languages.

MIRACLE!

The caterpillar stoically braced death’s clinch
Out fluttered the most exotic beauty;
On vibrant, chiffon wings.
In despair, desire revelled its win!
Birthing phenomenal wonderment!

EPHEMERAL ESSENCE!

And there she was all alone
Looking for those happy moments 
Framed in the photograph 
Lost to time, laughter and mirth!
Hollowness struck:
Banal ephemerality!
The album of life 
Carefully inserts
Yesterday’s joys, 
Today’s emptiness 
And tomorrow’s uncertainty!

TOMORROW!

When the leaves would turn  
From green to russet, ocherous hue:
And we would have woven some 
Bittersweet stories few!
Then like the dew 
That shy away from the sun,
We shall have vigour none!
Standing at the end of the road,
Those stories that we wrote
Would replay in our minds.
Frail, demented yet 
That ancient smile
Shall cross those dry, pale lips.
Between the gaps of the teeth
Springtime shall grip!
The summer sun shall peep
Through the louver of the chill!
With fragmented lights
The path would be lit.
Happiness shall inundate
Those cataract eyes!
Memories help survive!