Madhur Dutta

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

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

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...

When it’s all been done a million times, You gotta ask yourself, ...

If you are willing and able, Let us meet again in the valley of silence Where nothing is...

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

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