What if I told you the moon is made of naphthalene chewed at the edges? What if I told you dark clouds lash venomous rain clawing at its face? (the moon itself is scarred by the cold evil it spawns its wounds never to heal) What, then, if I tell you that moonshine…
Author: ipsyb
mother, dreamer, lawyer, poet, blogger, writer....jack of many trades....inter alia.
End of argument
“What do you see in the same old moon, full of the stale stench of sweat and gloom, surrounded by the unhealthy halo of bitterness it’s unable to outgrow? Look at it,”you laugh, “swimming naked in the dark, vain and unperturbed by your silly emotions, your thoughts… indifferent, even calloused, like a rotting roti hung to dry…
Poetry without borders
I’m delighted to announce that one of my poems is in this book, Poetry Without Borders published by @ATLA It’s available at http://https://www.amazon.co.uk/Poetry-Without-Borders-Anna-Trowbridge/dp/1533469148/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1464376333&sr=1-4&keywords=anna+trowbridge Now for those of you outside India you have no excuses for not getting it. And for those in India I can cut you a little slack…shall add the Amazon India link…
The welcome.
The clouds brushed my face hungrily as I sat nose pressed against the tiny window pane of that plane bringing me to Goa. The wisps of white leapt and played, snapped at my heels and merged with the greys: forming un-forming…sunlight so blinding like packs of wolves howling at the sky like the stray dogs…
YOU, again.
Like a jar of perfume left open it’s fragrance escaping into the night your memory caresses my thoughts brushes my cheek gentle as the sweet summer breeze even as I erase you from my days
Fallen leaves
My day lies scattered about like fallen autumn leaves harried and harassed, I look about me. The button I forgot to sew back on, that school skirt that has to be hemmed because it is too long. The draft that awaits correction the piled files to be read, the chicken sweats in the kitchen waiting…
Elusive
The road winds its way through soft whispers of cashmere the mist swirls and fades struggling to catch up with you.. Smiling, you turn the corner.
24 years
I stare askance your absence seeps into my soul filigreed in thin lines of blood. #fibonacci #poem
Reflections A2Z
I’ve heard of March madness, but this year April blew me away. I was travelling from the 2nd till the 18th. First it was Austin, to read my poetry and the it was Ranthambhore, tiger-spotting. I seriously thought I would not survive the A2ZChallenge. A lot of posts were written on the go. And I…
Moonshine
I catch you playing hide and seek in filigree taking me to nights long gone nights soaked in wild jasmine and whispering moonlit madness
Sunset
The sun plunges into the water at Oban undaunted by the fiery sea the orb does not care that I am not there.
ipsita banerjee 