Saturday, September 14, 2024

The Book

I am reminded of the time when I would go to this library to look for this particular book I wanted to read at that time.

But it was always unavailable. I  went in almost everyday for a month... or maybe even more. 

However, the book still wouldn't be there. There was just one copy in that library and one person had borrowed it the same day when I first went looking for it. I was few minutes late and this person was able to borrow it right before me. And now, this person was surely taking their own sweet time returning it. 

I would return every time with some other book, and sometimes, even empty-handed. 

Even though I made sure not to look too eager about it, but asking for the same book for the longest time sure does not help with that attempt. The librarian probably noticed my vain attempt. After a couple of weeks, she would tell me even before I could ask for the book... once more. It was helpful... somewhat... at least I had to use fewer words and now the smile was all it took. The librarian was always kind to me.

After about a month, the librarian, kind as she was, she promised to call me as soon as the book is returned. I need not go looking for it everyday.

A few more days passed and ultimately... I left that city.

After all these years, I still haven't received that call. I wonder how she is doing and if she forgot to give that call.

I wonder too... about how the book is doing.
The book..."Die Leiden des jungen Werthers" by Goethe or popularly known as "The Sorrows of Young Werther".




Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Unsaid

She never said
And he never asked
Even if the thoughts were there
He never uttered a single word.
And she, like she was,
Could never have believed
Even if the words she wished 
Were the words she heard.

For his voice was a magical spell
That made her heart quiver,
She dwelled in weaved worlds
Where his voice shined,
And she was the staunch believer.
His voice brightened every corner
And every nook,
With the fragrance of his smile there,
There was nothing that could have her shook

And yet she never spoke...
Her eyes spake of her feelings
But the silence, her lips never broke.

He wished too,
To speak of his soul,
The mystery of her dimple,
And how it made him whole.
If only words were that simple,
He could write sagas about her,
For she was nothing like he ever knew
But everything he desired 
And his heart drew.

She was the comfort of morning rays
And enigma of the satin night,
The embodiment of the gentlest soul,
And the sparkle in her eyes
Made everything right,
His universe with the perfect sight.

And still, she never said
And he never asked 
Even if the thoughts were there
They never uttered a single word

========================
39+50+18+47+34+21=209

8/   9/3   9/6   /4=   /39
========================

Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Saturday, August 17, 2024

미움 아님 마음

이렇게 얼굴이 붉어진 건... 처음
느낄수록 더욱 궁금해지지만
이 설명할 수 없는 표정 변화... 미움

행복의 눈물이 뭔지 몰랐지만
그 눈물에 담긴 모든 감정을 느끼는 것... 처음
알면 알수록 더욱 신비로워지지만
그걸 알면서도 여전히 모르는 건 ... 미움

눈을 마주치는 건 어렵지 않지만
그의 눈을 마주치는 게 어려움 겪... 처음
피하려고 할수록 더욱 몰입하게 된다
힘들더라도 계속 바라보고 싶은 감정... 미움

음악에는 마법이 있지만
누군가의 목소리에 이렇게 매료된 적은... 처음.
들을수록 더욱 달콤해지지만,
내 심장 박동을 조절하는 방식 ... 미움

사랑에 대해 생각해 본 적은 있지만
이런 감정을 느껴 본 적은... 처음
생각할수록 더욱 혼란스러워지지만
계속 그런 느낌을 원하는 것... 미움

☆☆☆☆☆☆

얼굴이 붉어지더라도,
다양한 색상을 표현할 수 있는 기회...마음

기쁨의 눈물이 요즘은 자주 나더라도,
희망을 주고 미소를 짓게 하는 것을 그 기분... 마음

몰입되어 있어더라도,
그의 그윽한 눈빛을 통해 내 감정을 탐구하는 느낌... 마음

음악만큼 마법같지는 않더라도,
그 목소리에 맞춰 내 심장이 뛰는 두근두근 소리... 마음

혼란스럽더라도,
영혼을 풍요롭게 하는 그 기쁨 감... 마음

~~~~~~

태양이 뜨면,하늘이 사람과 함께 있다면
미움도 마음으로 변한다
모든 감정이 새롭고 밝아진다

미움 아니다
마음이다. 영원히.

====================================
Meaningful English Translation:
(Translated on: October 09, 2024)

I have always been a bit shy
But I have never blushed like this before 
The more I feel it,  the more I keep wondering
However
This inexplicable change in my expression…
I dislike

Even though I keep blushing,
This possibility to experience various colours… 
I like

I had never known what tears of joy before
But this is the first time
I felt every emotion in those tears
The more I know the mysterious it gets
But that sense of knowing it and still not knowing it...
I dislike

Even though tears of joy are common these days
The way it gives me hope and makes me smile…
I like

It has never been difficult to look into someone’s eyes
But it is, when it is him
The more I try to avoid it
The more immersed I become
That emotion to still immerse in his eyes
Even though it is this difficult… 
I dislike

Even though I am immersed (in those eyes)
That sense of exploring my emotions
Through his profound eyes… 
I like

There is magic in music
But I have never been so captivated by someone’s voice
The more I listen the sweeter it gets
But the way it guides my heartbeat… 
I dislike

Even though that voice might not be
As magical as music
The sound of my heart
Beating to the rhythm of his voice…
I like

I have always thought about Love
But I’ve never felt about it the way it feels now
The more I think about it
The more confusing it gets
However, the want to continue feeling like that…
I dislike

Even though it feels confusing, 
The happy feeling of Love enriching my soul…
I like

☆☆☆☆☆☆
~~~~~~

When the sun rises, 
And the heavens favor us (humans)
Hate too, transforms into Love

Every feeling feels new 
And every emotion brightens up

For there never was hate
It has been Love.  
Always and Forever.

====================================
A Little Something:

The original poem is a take on the design, shape, and positioning of the Korean alphabets (called Hangul)... specifically the vowels.

The vowels are a combination of three basic symbols, viz. Earth, Heavens, and Humans. The relative positioning of these symbols determine the yin and yang of the vowels so formed.

I observed, that just by a simple repositioning of these symbols in a word leads to a transformation that forms another word (please refer the video). The meanings change and so does the yin and yang. Of course, a few liberties has been taken.

While translating, this essence is lost. However, the words have been highlighted (italicized) as an indication.

It is not a word by word translation, and every effort to read between the lines, and feel the embedded symbolism is highly appreciated. 


====================================
Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Transparent

Make me white
Make me black
Make me grey
Even a color 
That from the color wheel 
May momentarily go astray

Make me red
Make me purple
Make me pink
Even a color
That lies in the spectrum
Albeit to the brink

Make me yellow
Make me orange
Make me brown
Even a color
That has never known
How it feels to have the crown

Make me blue
Make me azure
Make me green
Even a color
That might have lost
A tinge or two of its sheen

But spare me the one
That has been there forever
But has its lifetime done
Spare me the one
That could have had something 
But it always had none
Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Monday, August 12, 2024

The Breathing Waters

The breathing waters
speak of Life, 
the one that exists as a testament,
a testament to the Love
of the Sun and the Moon.


바다의 모든 물 한 방울은 숨을 쉰다
숨쉬는 바다는 생명을 말해준다... 
증거로서 생명을 말해준다
태양과 달의 사랑의 증거이다.

============================================================
A little something:

On March 18, 2023, I took a boat to an island in the Arabian sea. The waters, which appeared to be alive and breathing, captivated me. I knew I need to put those feelings into words.

So, two days later, on March 20, 2023, I announced (to myself) that I will write about it.

More than a year later, I wrote some words...but they could barely scratch the surface of all the feelings that were felt, and all the thoughts that were lived on that day. And I still have unmaterialized emotions yet to see the light of thoughts, and possibly be framed in words.

============================================================
Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Saturday, July 20, 2024

How To Say The Final Words!!


She looked in his eyes that looked back at hers. His eyes, which always reminded her of spring, were pale now, almost like a land cursed to be frozen forever. His lips trembled as he pleaded.

“Please.” It took him every ounce of his resolve to utter that single word.

She did not feel the pain of her injury anymore. It was his expression that burned her heart and tore it into a thousand pieces. She felt his arms snuggling her tighter than ever, as if they were resolved to not let her go.

She felt a tug in her stomach as she knew that she was about to say her last words to him. She wished to see him smile for one last time, but it would be too cruel to ask that of him. If he couldn’t find the way to his tears, searching a smile would be too treacherous.

She must make her peace that she would not be able to witness the warmth of his smile anymore, in whatever few moments she had left of her life. And that she was about to leave him in this condition. She would not be there for him when he was that vulnerable.

====================================
(The above snippet is based on a POV. )

POV: Having to witness your beloved die in your arms.

Having to witness your beloved take their last breath is heart-wrenching. But if you are the one dying in your beloved's arm, that would feel cruel too, knowing how his world would be shattered when you leave him all by himself. You would probably die a thousand deaths before your life finally runs out...knowing of the pain you would leave him in.
====================================

Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Monday, July 8, 2024

ଜହ୍ନର ସ୍ବପ୍ନ: Dream of the Moon

ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଜହ୍ନ ନିଦ୍ରା ଯାଏ ଯେବେ,
ଭ୍ରମେ ସେ ସପନ ରାଇଜେ ।
ସେ ରାଇଜେ ଥାଏ ଶୂନ୍ଯର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା,
ଶୂନ୍ଯ କୋଳେ ତିଳେ ଭ୍ରମ କାହିଁ ଯେ ?

ନାହିଁ ସେଠି ଧରା, ଦିଶେ ନାହିଁ ତାରା,
ନାହିଁ ମାନସିକ ଥାଳି, ଅବା ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ପସରା ।
ସେଠି ଅଛି ଅଭୁଲା ସେ ନିଶବ୍ଦର ଧ୍ବନି,
ଯେ ଧ୍ବନି ଗୁନ୍ଥିଥାଏ ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ମଧୁର ରାଗିଣୀ ।।

ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ରାଗିଣୀର ପ୍ରତିଟି ଛନ୍ଦରେ,
ଥାଏ କାହାଣୀ ମଧୁମୟ ପ୍ରତିଟି ପଦରେ ।
ନିଦ୍ରା ଗାଏ ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଯେବେ ସେ କାହାଣୀ,
ମୁଗ୍ଧ ହୋଇ ଜହ୍ନ ହସେ ସେ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କ୍ଷଣରେ ।।
Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Stardust




They lied.

They lied when they said if you aspire to have something, you will always have it.

Of all the aspirations anyone could have, of all the aspirations I could have had, to see the world crumble, the world where You once lived, would not even have been my last thought. It could not be anybody's, possibly and most likely.

Now, the world where You and I once lived has stopped existing. Nevertheless, You will forever live in every speck of my shattered existence of dust.

The stardust in me will always find the stardust in You. They are destined.

Forever.

Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,
The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.





















Copyright © 2024 One Life To Live. All Rights Reserved

About Me

My photo
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!