IPSITA GANGULI

IPSITA GANGULI

FOR HERITAGE

Alive

I was then, and am now

Breathing through time.

An edifice of glory

Witness to your story

As it unfolded

And made You.

For You

Are unique

Carrying within yourself

My seeds,

Even as you spread

Your wings

To fly into

Your future.

And yet

Although you

Extend your branches

And bloom into new blossoms

It will always be I

Who holds you strong

Then,  Now and Forever

Even as you grow

into your own progeny

You will  find your roots in me

THE QUESTION MARK

My Last Supper

Was spent

In suspended animation

Over the last drink

And a chimera

And I hung

Upside down

A question mark

In human form

The wine playing

Tricks, in my head

Hallucinating

Deliberating

Conversing

With my skull

Outside my Form

And we talked

Over wine

That seeped in

Crept inside out

And Hung over

The clarity

That only intoxication

Can bring to Life

Even as we question

Its very existence

All the while

This form

These questions

Decompose

Crossing over

An inebriation

Called life

To a fossilised existence

Where the skull too

One day will

Evaporate to bone dust

Particles shining in the sun

Caught in the slant of the ray

Settling to the light

Of the twirl of the crimson

In the goblet

Holding up my wine

Except that the Wine too

Is Hung over

And upside down

In suspended animation

Vision Time Mind

Compressed to a human form.

In question

TWILIGHT

In the twilight

Of life

There is freedom

When all is done

The ebb

The flow

The ascent

And descent

One

Goes back

To the beginning

To rest

In the nest

Of calm

To that forgotten

Freshness

To wake

To the sound

Of the gurgling brook

And chirping birds

To look back

Over the precipice

And smile

At the journey...

In the twilight

Of Life

One looks up

To see

The bright

Orange orb

Turn mellow

Into that

Halo of light

Into that

Beauty of life

Into the Peace

And the calm

That lies

Lies ahead

Into freedom

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