Poetry | Madhur Dutta

Greater Capacity

perhaps every unheard cry every fall is an invitation to heal and ...

All that matters is that we are all held

I have learned to love you from afar. I have learned to love you as you clutch another's arm. It's easy because I...

Your Hands Are Red

Your hands are red, And there’s a knife in my back. Blood shed by blood, A war within a home. What is it about my...

More life, more poetry

One of my goals for the year has been to share more of my poetry. Interlinked with that goal has been a project to originally write poems...

Silent and Still

Written and visual remnants of the beauty and stillness from my month-long experiment with keeping entirely silent

Time Will Reveal It

Time will reveal it much better than your tongue could ever say it. #WordsByMadhur

How Do You Say What Cannot Be Said?

How do you say what cannot be said? How do you show what cannot be seen? How do you heal what was never wounded? How do you answer a...

The Anti-venom

Oh the irony! The serpent whom I once pardoned the wrath of my shaft now hisses at me. And the real joke is...

I’m Not The Same

I’m not the same, and I’m not going to play your game, ...

Restraint and Inaction

What the wise know as restraint, the amateur will confuse for inaction #WordsByMadhur