Tired of reality I search in verse for words that falter bend and break untouched by years of quiet acquiescence. I return purified. In wanton disobedience.
Author: ipsyb
mother, dreamer, lawyer, poet, blogger, writer....jack of many trades....inter alia.
The festival of lights (Diwali)
You go about bursting crackers, heedless of the swirling smoke you laugh at what you cannot dispel oh once, won’t you look? …into the longing eyes of the homeless child who stares at that whirling disc of light, his clothes are torn, his fingers worn from the bricks he carried high on his head…
The wedding
The veil is lifted a shy bride waits a hint of a blush a prelude to the day The guests are waiting the groom strides in a processional overture let the ceremonies begin. A whispered prayer an union of eternal souls whispers of ‘forever’ the recessional explodes. The guests scatter in the wind soothed for…
lady
This lady stalks the skies tonight masked by the wail of creatures pretending to be human. Bury yourself in a scrapbook. Quick, before she makes you hers and hers alone.
Two words for Vaishali
Can two words ever be enough for a friend who taught me the art of taking myself less seriously, turned life on its head, and made me laugh at everything! The friend who filled my world with fresh pots of paint colours I never knew existed bled my grey skies into sunshine again and again….
Sustenance
I close my eyes feel the soft sigh the creak of a chair as you sit at my bedside laying silent vigil upon the long dark night. Morning comes eyes half open I watch you slip away into the day taking with you the demons of my night The light is yours, the dark…
Home
I return often to the home of my childhood to stare at the bars that once unshackled our souls.
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Waiting.
The poem I was writing died in a cancer-ridden, festering, open maggot-eaten sore. The words I were searching hid in the bottom of the black-water well I was too frightened to explore. That song that defines me weeps in the tender rotting heart of the baby rejected by life years ago. So when…
My God
My God died when a tear rolled from my father’s eye as I changed that dressing that last time. It’s not like He was alive… not really. I had chased Him out of my life as you know. But you, you who loved Him so well, tell me, is He there by your side?
The birthday.
the smell of incense and flowers and turmeric hung heavy in the air infused with shouts and heady laughter a bride was prepared to leave her father’s home on his birthday. the day long festivities, the last minute rush kept the hearts busy kept the minds away from what was not there: the gentle…
ipsita banerjee 