Thursday, November 1, 2018

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



3 comments :

  1. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  2. Imagery is matured... Experience will chisel out better shape...

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