My eyes are mere windows With which I watch the world, My face is but a mirror, Behind which I hide my soul. Charm me not into believing That I am anything more than that Let my dreams not become bigger Than something I am not. Treat me kindly, still Lest I shatter into pieces…
Author: ipsyb
mother, dreamer, lawyer, poet, blogger, writer....jack of many trades....inter alia.
E: Edges : Time
Time moves differently here, Slowly, sluggishly, lips clinging To the edge of the glass. Time weeps unshed tears here Fears that went unnoticed Bursting open scabs on the wounds Time laughs at mankind here Those who think they can divide us Do we not all bleed when hurt? Time sees our true selves here As…
In praise of women
Who is she? Who is she that shines at night Glittering, as upon a stage? Who is it that braves the crowds Every day on the local train? Who is the lady who hides a breast Under her sari as her child feeds? Who is the woman wildly reaching For the alms you throw at…
D: Death-toll: Comfort
There are no opioids here, No wisdom to be shared. The bitterness of the pill Is directly proportional To your love for everything Human. Which is not always Lovable. Yet there are people Who hold our hearts Those that we think of and Wish to keep safe. Alas, the virus has no country or calling….
C: COVID-19: Lockdown
Even as I slept I dreamt about the poem I’d write Today. In the silence it comes back to me “How to make a garlic sizzle”. Of course You melt the butter and let the pod hiss In the pan. I realise of course it was just a dream Who writes of garlic and everyday…
B: Blotchy : Messy
I always hated to stay Between the lines The lines on the page The lines of my face My colours splashed Outside the box Messy, they called me, And messy I stayed. I had my share of trouble Straying from the lines The lines that life drew Confining me in walls I will not be…
A: Amusical: Tone Deaf
I would give and arm and a leg To play the piano for you again. You would lie back on the sofa And my little fingers would pick out the tune. Alas my fingers are now too soft The notes just squiggly shapes Music beaten out of my life By choice, or was it compulsion?…
Timeline (photographs)
Scrolling through timelines I realise how we mentally compartmentalize Events in our head. Look at these pictures… That was the last dinner we went for together Here is the wedding the year after Ma died. See those are of the first vacation without her, This was the last holiday with Baba. It’s funny How the…
Leaving Pune, March 2020.
Ater the clouds have been folded and put away, All that remains is the moonlightThose stacks of linen, cool white sheetsThat smell of sunshine and your smiles.I look outside the portholeWatching clouds bathed in whiteThe memories that escaped, refused to be launderedScattering in wisps of bitter sweet delight.What is with the full moon and I?Those…
Illumination
Jamshedpur lulled my senses Each evening’s walk in the large Jubilee Park Winding between old trees and curated lawns. Do you know, they are setting up lights? To make it look like a fairy land Or another ostentatious Indian wedding I won’t be here. And not a minute too soon. For as I went for…
She
First thing this morning she blew me away Broke me into tears. The desperation on her face Mingled with my years. What is my life? What have I done? And who cares About my sterile dreams? Privileged, predicated A stranger to real hardship I go about professing My inflated importance, While she rages against the…
Sillage
It feels like there are no stars here, nothing shines As bright as the tinsel on the tree A reminder that all that glitter are not astral And light reflected upon the glass Is just that. Light from a man-made tree In a world contorted by man. The night sky lies silent in the haze …
ipsita banerjee 