IPSITA GANGULI

IPSITA GANGULI

THE TARNISHED

Colour swung by

An ephemeral afternoon,

On a pristine palette of white

Spotless, like a memory purified.

Beautiful; yet unreal and dead.

Till She

Walked all over the spotless.

Little nymphette!

Breathing pink hues,

And yellow flames.

A dream...

She vanished into dust,

Shimmering gold

In the slant

Of the ray

From the sun

Sin

With a sweep and a hue

Burn red

As the sun sets

And the White

Is a tarnished tangerine

In the twilight zone.

The flowers saw it all.

But ...will they

Live ; to tell the tale?

Copyright ~ Ipsita Ganguli

CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART

Its a game I play you see

Hide and seek within me

Prima Donna I may be

And then I move with lightning speed

Into a crumbled heap of agony

Pick.up the pieces

Sreams a voice in my head

And...Bit by bit by bit

I reconstruct

Me or my Mask?

To thwart without mercy

Confessions of my heart

Copyright~ Ipsita Ganguli

AUTUMN IN THE VALLEY

And what strings and bonds and pulls

Brought us together...

Within all that is true of life

And its various shades

Of darkness and light....

Ensconced in the brightest hues

Of chitter chatter laughter...

With the mellow Autumn nuances

Of past and present and days that

Are yet to come...

How green is your valley

When love colours the heart

And bonds get born from it?

Evergreen

Everpure

Evermore!

IPSITA GANGULI