Sunday, April 26, 2026

This Was Not On The List

Lead an orchestra with glam, fun, and flair,
Dance among the jungle of fountains, dimes to care,
Waddle with penguins on melting glacier, soul bare,
But walking along the dusk-kissed sands,
And a snow cone in my spare hands...
This was not on the list.

A double-shot coffee on the brink of midnight,
A sugar-stripped pastry with sips of Sprite,
Down a dozen ghost-wings with all my might,
But a pasta dinner with a shared dessert,
Overlooking that riverfront, right after sunset... 
Was not on the list. 

Scuba dive with corals, not a human in sight,
Fly from the plane, into the sun at prime light,
Race with horses, in slippers, during a hailstorm fight,
But sitting on that envious park bench,
Sharing a camellia-kissed air for breath... 
Was not on the list. 

A gold-trimmed first-edition of my favorite book,
A piece of meteorite, wild in the brook,
Aurora preserved in a bottle, in my reading nook, 
But the wildflowers collected during the hike, 
Sitting on my mantel with a handwritten note... 
Was not on the list. 

A standing ovation from a sold-out hall,
Discourse from the roaring ocean and the mountains tall,
Languages of the world and birds, I'd know them all,
But a whispered trivia amidst a long-drawn game,
And the rhythm of that heartbeat uttering my name...
Was not on the list. 

This and that, here and there, 
Maybe a sun and a moon on the list.
But this and You.. 
Were never on my list. 

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Saturday, April 25, 2026

3AM

Pre-dawn, Beginning in-waiting.
The creator prepared, starts writing...
Verses of a defined time, yet to behold;
Inks of dust and blood, parchment of gold.

A quadrant of wholeness, All are woven and made,
Sublime positives, angles evoked as they tread.
Test of tides, angles and sides; relations evolve.
Connected concepts, 3AM : righted, dusted, and solved.

Moments of stillness... the clock strikes thrice.
Consciousness flows, creates hope; will shall suffice.
The earth breathing, listens to sun and moon;
Miracles breeding, core renews, symphonies swoon.

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Friday, April 24, 2026

Here's What I Remember

Here's what I remember 
Fallen leaves, stolen from ground,
Wind, you thief!
The shocked twigs were around. 
Oh! How the leaves rustled... 

My book witnessed it too.
Scared, it closed its pages,
But the cover was hardbound.

That squirell, too, stopped... stunned,
Dropped its brain for a moment,
Then ran with an eerie glimpse,
Its nutty treat shunned.

What were we to do? 
I picked up my book, assuring it.
And You...
The dried daisy, laminated
And the remnant words, 
It was no small feat.
We left for that corner snack point later,
With the glass panes and a taste of butter. 

Here's what I remember ...
But I would never whisper to the breeze,
The scent of each element there ...
Colors detailed in three thousand hues, a tease.
Heartbeats and voices, definingly attuned,
And the taste of laughter, envy of trees.

Here's what I remember 
Wisteria walls, a lavender sight,
Pinks peeking through them 
And the gaze of those eyes.
A bag of cluttered souvenirs,
Sighed, exasperated, 
Beneath the ramen counter.
The ginkgo leaf, a gifted charm letter, 
Swinging into the evening leap,
Listened volumes, 
Never letting a syllable slip.

Here's what I remember...
But I would never let the lips take the stage...
The crema on that iced long black,
Waiting to be tasted;
Or trace the essence of your breath.
The rhyming fountain cycling secrets, 
Eavesdropping to behold those fragrant words.
The time stopped by, a passerby in pose.
(Imposter!) 
The sakura twigs gloated
Of the warmth and charm upclose.

Here's what I remember 
Stilled in pages and memories , 
As the moments froze. 

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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Heeling Heals

Healing heels at the mountain foothills,
As voice of sap-green leaves utter distress,
Calls of ceramic clouds lean on deaf ears,
Where's a soul when one must impress.

Footsteps on an incline meant for none,
Stressed syllables kneel, tunes mourn.
Pitch of breath, an escape artist in disguise, 
Twigs caress path, tired feet torn and worn.

Atop the hill, a fountain in silence, roots don,
Scent of minerals churned the day in warm tones.
Calmness with a spoonful of cold-brewed patience,
Thirst gulped water, mountain sculpts a lesson into bones.

Every inch a jagged test, grinding gravels
Take the leap, cracking heels, healing unravels. 

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Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Cafe Stories in 17 Breaths

1  Cafe
2  Murmur rules
3  Smiles and beverages
4  Instrumental music, dartboard game
5  Silence was still the hero
6  You walked up, sat across me
7  Never looked for distractions, nodded a hello
8  Replied in the language You knew, surprising You
9  You breathed for the first time in a while
8  Asked me things nobody bothered to know before
7  You said the statement... out loud, sweetly
6  The evening passed, in a jiffy
5  Still remember Your longing glance
4  Whispered to me something
3  Heard it, unintentionally 
2  "Until Again"
1  Serendipity

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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Charting DNA Dreams

1   Entangled and entwined, 
     matters spoke of souls 
     and souls of memories
     from beyond time 

2   A time called nothing, 
     where voices ruled utter chaos
     and discipline beyond measure 

3   Black and grey swerving 
     providence with equations 
     of infinite solutions or none 

4   Who's to know 
     what the none could hold: 
     the end of beginnings 
     or the beginning of ends 

5   Let them brew 
     as time unfolds on them 
     and souls map eternities 
     from destiny's gold 

6   That gold harvests memories 
     to seed them in the soil of soul 
     where foundations would grow 

7   A foundation of rooted identities
     and of independence,
     letting a soul glow 

8   It would still hold resilience 
     and a string to the past 
     lending providence a glance 

9   A game of peeking and seeking
     and weaving with stars
     that house homes galaxies apart 

10 Stardust from them, they inherit 
     and a myriad of blanks 
     and passion that swirls on 

11 Upon them they create Life, 
     some more too - to bind and release,
     a lifetime to go on 

12 A part of me and some of yours, 
     a golden balance, 
     chanced upon formula and stars 

13 There's a dream too, 
     nascent yet burning, carved in water,
     paved on fiery starry lanes 

14 They smell of air in the clouds,
     dance with rainbow rays,
     become lightning and thunder again 

15 Up they go... flying with fluke,
     floating charms,
     helix helicopters in a story book 

16 Deep in oceans, puddles shallow,
     meandering rivers,
     flowing depths wearing hallow 

17 Move like planets in a cosmic sinusoid,
     run like marvel rockets,
     light speed in void 

18 Flounder upon rocky belts, 
     a sloth in grassy galore, 
     and slither as glacier melts 

19 But time is lived in petty installments,
     not to stars or lives,
     never a hand they lend 

20 Choice upon lives are cast,
     a shadow, a spell, heaven or jail,
     choose they must without fail 

21 Thus they play, game or music,
     tone of stunned silence 
     or divine scent of helical grace 
......
22 Whatever they choose was to matter,
     not for them,
     but lives in line next will encounter 

23 Matter and its nemesis both contenders,
     stars never sang, 
     the plan of Yin and Yang 

24 Heeded or unsolved,
     chemical reactions unbalanced, 
     inheritors blessed or cursed. 

25 Dream of own, some brought over,
     solved unsolved with blank solutions,
     to resolve or cover 

26 Not one, of seven or more,
     a code providence sew,
     each stitch a legacy in store 

27 An expanse across homes and doors,
     not left alone, 
     sprigs of pairs from eternity flown 

28 A blank slate of new ventures and dreams,
     steadfast in resilience, 
     old way, new path streams 

29 That way is where beginnings walked,
     made of stardust,
     remember you never walk alone
...
30 Choose Life that stays in your soul, 
     nurturing your dream, carving its cosmic niche,
     makes you whole

31 Yes, you have your own, 
     dreams to carve, paths to choose, 
     laugh upon stars or even when you lose

32 Nightmares haunt, 
     but they would be yours to shatter,
     paths of deserts, they would be yours to walk 
..
33 Parts of your existence, be it reds or deads, 
     let go of sewn codes, 
     to preserve your soul

34 Let the helical cosmos be guiding light, 
     ink your dreams in paths you chart, 
     shining bright
.

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[34 lines (grouped), 21 syllables per line]

P.S. A DNA strand is 34 Ã… in length and 21 Ã… in width, both consecutive Fibonacci numbers, resulting in a very close approximation of the golden ratio.

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Monday, April 20, 2026

Beneath The Big Dipper

Summer nights under the veil of stars
Worry an alien, its ship further from far
Melodies of heart captioning the lips
Jasmines breath honey inbetween sips

Seven stars and the accompanying one
Guide the polestar letting sagas spun 
A small story or two from miles across 
Absent sense, taking logic for a toss

But those were times when innocence ruled
Beneath the big dipper, naive hearts pooled
Called it a spoon and held its soup hostage 
Performed like none would, the smiles their stage

Dreams were voice of reason, the sky they owned
Beneath the big dipper, small memories spawned 

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Sunday, April 19, 2026

Nothing New

The gloaming fire of purple haze
Embers simmering in a hearth of daze
Laces so soft, evenings embellished
Cherishing silken roots, clouds relished 

Nothing new in those seconds of time
No hour, no minute, dimensions a dime
Not a one, not a nothing, not a never ever
None knows whoever knew a new to sever

Yes it repeats, the big bang and dusts
Yare vessels sail still, waves or windy gusts
Yearning a course a heartbeat could change 
Youthful ways and a desire to arrange

Who would know when there's nothing to know
A glimmer in those embers hinting still to flow

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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Long Lost Diary

Day 2
Numbers changed, tumbling things
Emotions roll, foggy shiny beings
Was it beginning of new?
What changed? Except for the date
That had never stayed same ever

Day 43
A month and barely some more
Winter was always a winged-creature
Perched on that skeleton mango tree
Licking the remnants of blossoms
Nearby tree had offered for taste courtesy

Day 74
Should I uncage the mutant mind?
Let it be freed into that uncanny dimension? 
Spring stared, hand in pocket, 
Vicious smirks, the cuckoo coma bound

Day 105
This is what New Years should learn
Yellow-lined parade march
Cab, a compressed chariot
Shiny gray red carpet, I am of my own
Mango, you can co-rule. 

Day 164
Sky landed on a steely blue UFO 
That painting smiled at me, did they notice? 
Intuition, my fickle friend, whispered again
Perhaps it was right,
The stars from that tower too pretty 
To notice anything. Postponed for vibes. 

Day 311
Golden feelings in a field of purple cosmos
You said... 

******

Day 3451
Found a diary, it claims to be mine
Long lost, complains I had it forgotten
Memory, you trickster, again at your game
Not a word has my voice, 
Not a thought... an owner of a valid address
Last entry half said, ever said, or never said? 

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As a blogger, one of the things I am often asked is "How/ When did you get started with all this?" For as long as my memory takes me back, I have always found myself pondering about a plethora of things. I have always loved reflecting on the small but wonderful aspects of life. Ipsita Contemplates has been very special and I love to get the opportunity to share my musings, my thoughts, and my perceptions with you. It is also a way to appreciate the essence of Life!