IPSITA GANGULI

IPSITA GANGULI

AMBER

This morning

Yet again ...

I woke up to you!

Black sky,

Whiskey thirst,

And smokey head,

I burnt in your amber hue...

What do you do...

With these mornings,

When you creep out

From the charred embers of my mind?

These days

I fill my head

With rainbows and butterflies ...

I wear a bright smile

And all the colours

You hated...

Green, pink, bright blue

I thought I drowned you

Just the way you wanted me to...

I had beaten you back

Pushed you down,

To some forgotten corner...

And you,

Silently

Stealthily

Like a nimble footed thief

Creep out...

And then,

Creep all over me...

In my veins

And my breath,

Till I know...

That however much I try

Somewhere deep inside

I will always burn

In your black and amber glow

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SCREAM

Hey Poet!

Who are you

To tell me

Its not my words

But I

That is poetry!

Stranger

What do you

Know of me?

Would you know

That even as you spoke

Hurtling words along

That swung between

Kindness and hurt

You were hitting

Against an iron wall

The heart long

Steeled and darkened

And deshaped

Like molten tar

Poet!

The beauty that

U think you hear

Within me

Is an anguished scream

Stifled muffled choked

And will you

Hold my hand

When I let it out

One dark deep hollow

Loud scream

All the while

We will walk

Hand in Hand

Through the deep end

Of green

And the misty clouds

Will nuzzle my face

And kiss my eyes

And You

Will talk of me

Being Poetry

And I will

Say my words

Breathing in the narrow mountain lanes

Sinking into the heady coffee brew

Sipping the froth

Licking the wounds

Sreaming my words

Just so that I live

Will you still say

That its not my words

But I

That is Poetry...

THE LETTER

What lies in your letter?

That one

The one which lies

On my bedside table

Still unopened

Some pain

Some anguish

Doses of bitterness

Symptomic of us

I suppose.

I remember

The letters

We once used to write

Talking on

Unending love

Yearning

Promises

That too

Was true

Of you

And of me

But it passed

Like a soft breeze

And growled

Into black rage

And we let it go

The both of us

Not waiting to

See if there would be

A Rainbow

So lost were we

In our pain

And our loss of hope

Did you write of love?

My dear

That we once held

Close to our hearts

I let you go

And let go of love

What remains

Are these unread words

In your maddening scrawl

I will hold on to

Till the end

In my heart

Hoping you felt

The love over the pain

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 IPSITA GANGULI

IPSITA GANGULI: Ipsita describes herself as a student of the myriad experiences that life holds out and believes that there is never any stop to learning. She is a “people’s person” and relishes connecting with a variety of lives. A quintessential Indian who rejoices in the diversity of the nation, a global citizen as the world gets smaller with the onslaught of virtual reality, and a passionate Calcuttan with all the pleasures and pains associated with this incredible city of woes and wows. A compulsive writer she started scribbling her emotions at the back of a notebook or on a tissue paper. She was soon initiated into poetry groups and began contributing to e magazines like Learning and Creativity, Different Truths, Kaafiya. Ipsita has coedited an e-anthology on Bonded Labour for Different Truths. Her poems have been published in several anthologies like LifeNama. Rhythm Divine Anthology, Cloudburst: A Womanly Deluge. Her work has recently feautured in the Get Bengal New Year Anthology for 2018 and Women” Day Anthology entitled 50 Shades of Eve. Ipsita debuted with her solo compilation of poems with” Of Love, Longing and Random Pondering” which was launched in the Kolkata Book Fair 2017