In the days of the sun
And the nights during the moons
On the roads with the clouds
And in the sheds of the skies' shrouds
Air and Water breathed
Of memories and moments...
That are, in rare silk of time, wreathed.
Thursday, May 23, 2024
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
물방울: Waterdrops
풀잎은 물 몇 방울을
기다리던 그 여름날을
간절한 눈으로 추억했다.
기다리던 그 여름날을
간절한 눈으로 추억했다.
이제 비가 온다...계속 내린다.
빗물이 부족하지 않다.
풀잎은 여전히...
그 몇 물방울 그리워한다.
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Meaningful English Translation:
One rainy day..
The blades of grass reminisced
that day in summer
when they waited
for a few drops of water with eager eyes.
Now it rains...it continues to rain.
And there's no shortage/insufficiency of water.
The blades of grass still
yearn for those few drops of water.
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Friday, May 3, 2024
Single Digit To Nine Digits
She liked this configuration. In fact, that is how she preferred it to be. She has her reasons and trying to understand it could fry some brain circuitry. So, we will just let it be like that. But let's just say, her only goal has always been to maximize an index she loved the most, especially on this special day.
It has always been like that, until this year.
This year, at least a 100 million people across the globe would be celebrating on her special day. They would be celebrating something else, which she would be too, but those celebrations will happen on her special day. And she would have two events to celebrate.
She could still celebrate the day by herself without being bombarded with unrequisite formalities (of wishing or congratulatory texts), that more often than not, are just obligations. Additionally, while ensuring her peace of mind, there would also be a 100 million (nine digits) people who would feel and experience happiness, an index she has always wished to maximize.
When a 100 million people are happy and celebrating on your special day (even if it is for something else), what more could you ask for!?
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Tuesday, April 30, 2024
I Will Still Write
Or the skies melt
And the stylus between my fingers
Can no longer be felt
I will still write
I will write of my soul
The ink in my veins
Will drizzle on parched roll
Words of affirmation
Messages of hope
I will write of stories
That could help you cope
I will write of dreams
And of the glorious sun
I will still write of Life
Even when my words are mute
And heard by none
(I do, I still do)
When the moon in me
Is in darkness from the sun
I will still write of Love
And of You, my quill will still go on..
In moments of hope
And also in despair
In the moments of sapphire night
And in the days of the beaming star
I will write of my wishes
And of destiny and dream
With You as my muse
Tales from the nib
Will continue to stream
Irrelevant and unrelatable
I will commit my thoughts to pen
It is my life blood
I will still write, time and again.
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A little something:
The following lines were almost there in the poem. However, in the last minute, I decided not to include them. What do you think: should they have been included? Comment your thoughts, please.
When the light from the east is no more bright
And the moon succumbs to a heartbreaking plight
I will spun words of hope and tales of dreams
I will write of You, of Love, and let the stars alight.
When the rays from the east shines no more
And the moon, by death, has been spoken for
My words will sing, of Life's lore
My pen will still speak, of beauty and more.
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Sunday, April 28, 2024
Would he?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be meeting her,
would he have given her that gift
that is still there
on the top shelf of his book case,
waiting for her?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be seeing her,
would he have taken
possibly a few seconds more
to dive into her chocolate eyes
and remember the dimples
that appeared everytime she smiled?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be listening to her voice,
would he have leisurely given in
to the rhythm of his heartbeat
that danced to her euphonious tone?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be breathing in
the air that had kissed her,
would he have preserved
that essence of hers that smelled like
a meadow of peonies in spring
in a bottle made of the sunshine
that reflected from her ring?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be feeling the
softness of her touch
accidentally, against the warmth
of her cocoa-filled cup,
would he have treasured that moment
in the silky flowers that bloomed
when she blinked her eyes
and let the evening stars drop?
Had he known
those words she spoke then
would be her last words to him,
would he have listened to them
in a different tone,
or would he have said his words
that he had till that point postponed?
Would his wait now be any different
if he had not waited for the moment then,
and had he done what he
could and should have done,
not knowing... that would be
probably their last time under the sun?
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Saturday, April 27, 2024
Not Digital Beings
Between being there and absent slots
There's a bit more to messages we leave
Than the mere dashes and dots
There's more to the unspelled
Than what has been spelled
A dash of emotions...that's always there
But has been withheld
A rush of feelings
And a flow of thoughts
There's an entire cosmos
Between the ones and noughts
That's where art is born
And stories and poems are spun
When the heart skips a beat
And have dreams in it adorned
For humans are not just beings
With flesh, blood, and bones
A true human is beyond that
Enriched with empathy and consideration
With a heart, a soul, feelings, and notions
And beyond figures...
With borrowed and perceived digital emotions
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Friday, April 26, 2024
Views
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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Thursday, April 25, 2024
Never-Ending Pages: ଅସରନ୍ତି ପୃଷ୍ଠା ସବୁ
ଅସରନ୍ତି ପୃଷ୍ଠା ସବୁ ଓଲଟାଇବା ବେଳେ
ଦୃଷ୍ଟି ରହିଗଲା ସେହି ପୃଷ୍ଠାଟିରେ
ପୃଷ୍ଠାର ନାମ "ଜୀବନ"...
ଅସୀମ ବହିର ସିମୀତ ସେ ଜୀବନ ଫର୍ଦ୍ଦରେ
ଅନେକ ଗାଥା ଅନେକ କାହାଣୀ
କିଛି ଇତି ହୁଏ, କିଛି ରହିଯାଏ ସେମିତି
କିନ୍ତୁ ସରେ ସେ ଯାତ୍ରା,
ଫେରେ ସେ ପଥ, ଦେଇ ଲେଉଟାଣି...
କିନ୍ତୁ ପ୍ରେମ...
ଅନନ୍ତ ଅସରନ୍ତି ଅଦ୍ଭୁତ ଚିର ଚଇତି
ନା ଅଛି ତା'ର ଆଦି,
ଅନ୍ତ ବା ତା'ର ହେବ କେମିତି!?
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A little something:
They say... Love is a page in the book of Life. But I believe, Life is a page in the book of Love. Even though the pages of Life is limited, this book called "Love" is never-ending, eternal.
It started with the thought: While skimming through the pages of (a book called) "Love", I stumbled upon a page which spelled "Life".
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Tuesday, April 23, 2024
When Rain Comes
Of those warm spring days
The condensation drops trickled down
From his coffee cup
As he shifted his gaze
There in the distance
Upon the chest of the cerulean skies
The infant clouds chuckled
As they ambled and met his eyes
His eyes smiled but had a hint of forlorn
They longed for something
The clouds could have sworn
The zephyr whispered
To the clouds with a shy smile
It's the rainbow he wishes to see
Their destiny's taking quite a while
The clouds replied
As they took another stride
The wait will not be long enough
And certainly will not be short either
Tell him to wait for the rains
And not to let his hope wither
For when the rain comes
And drizzles upon the flowers
The sunshine too shall dance
And dabble her feet in the golden showers
Ask him to wait
With that love in his heart
For when the rain comes
The sunrays too
Shall play their part
The word of the clouds
The zephyr did relay
His eyes glimmered
As he smiled at the day
For forever with her
I will wait with adore
Through springs and summers
And through rains across the shore
I will wait for the day
With a heart that hums
When the sun shines
And when the rain comes
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About Me
- Ipsita Upasana
- 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!