Friday, April 26, 2024

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In the grim heat of an arid parched dune
She is the heart of a sanguine June
Among the chorus voices
That lauded just the moon
She adores the entire cosmos
And the sun has her swoon

In the illusion of the rainbow roses
The verses let the thorns speak
The Peony too has braved winters
But she sings of spring in a voice,
That has never been meek

The words have kept them alive
But they string them in moulds of pain
Disguised in robes of what-they-call-love
They damn them in poems
Time and again

But she loves without bounds
Even though her words are often sans sounds
Love has been Life and Life has been Love
She has cherished them, with words from her trove
With Love, her dreams are pearled
Perhaps she is not from the same world
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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!