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Best Poems Written by Ipshita Sengupta

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Whispering Winds

Chasing the sky, high up I fly
Trailing the moon beams I walk
The nightingale sings melodies on the way
Dripping honey, I sweetly talk.

Up above the mountains I move
In the plains, I run along
The colourful butterflies give me company
The brimming rivers sing a song.

I come close to your ears
Whispering an interesting tale
The tale of two fascinating cities
Spinning a yarn while I sail.

I reside in the melodious way
Of the dangling lovely wind chimes
Every time you pass by it
I jingle singing thousand times.

I can be a cheerful fellow
Who likes to gag and play
I can turn umbrellas inside out
And also blow men’s hats away.

When in a fantastic mood
I heave a liberated cool sigh
When anger overcomes me
I blow hot and high.

I am the ever moving wind
Knowing no limit or boundaries
Hovering over vast oceans
I drift between distant countries.

Listen closely to me
I am the sound of rustling leaves in the trees
Across the silvery skies I move on
Dancing and writing beautiful poetries.

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Dusk 'N' Dawn

Shades of orange and black, 
Lustre they do not lack,
Along the horizon they meet, 
Parting their way, twilight they greet.
On the aisle, they are a painter’s dream,
Their beautiful presentation reflects a sparkling beam,
Nature’s own color they are,
They are the healers of all scar.
They bring with them the brightest day,
Also deep within them darkness lay,
They give a dying man the final moments to live,
To a new born, a refreshing new day they give,
They are the messengers of a starry night and a bright day on the heavenly lawn,
They are none other than Dusk ‘n’ Dawn.

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Blooming Bounties

Flowers on the mantle, flowers on the sill
Remind us of the loveliness, their presence can fill.

Flowers on the roadstand, tempt those passers-by
Returning to the comfort of home, people stop and quickly buy.

Flowers in the garden, as lovely as can be
Whisper their contentment, so obvious to see.

Flowers send to loved ones, speak a language of their own
Help make that precious story, of the joys that we have known.

Flowers at the bedside, of someone taken ill
Cheerfully raise the spirit, through their superfluous special skill.

Flowers at the graveside, bid a final farewell
In our closing statement, to the ones we loved so well.

Flowers speak the language that we fondly know as love
Which isn’t any wonder, as they are sent from God above.

Life is a flower, so precious on this land
Be blessed like the flower which fragrances even the crushing hand.

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The Forgotten Love

Time was melting away. I was unaware; where and how.
My eternal companion in happiness and tear was gone,
The love which had compassionately held me near,
On that love, my busy lifestyle had played a con.

 
You had sparkled up my imaginations,
You were my addiction, you were my dope,
Now that you are gone missing from my life,
In your absence, with loneliness I can hardly cope.


Destinations across the oceans and continents we had covered,
You had been my cohort through the solitary long road,
The fragrance of your binding had made by breath louvered,
You had been my expedition, you had been my home.

 
Your absence doesn’t mean that I don’t live,
It’s just that you had swigged up my heart and soul,
In your presence every burden felt lighter,
Every anxiety of the world imbibed in the Black Hole.

 
Thoughts of you have made me crazy,
Never did it mean that I was a nerd,
It only triggered the sensation even when back in reality,
That I was with you, in a different world.

 
You had filled me with an amazing evangelical zeal,
You had made me laugh, you had made me cry,
Hugging you close I had overcome my nightmares,
But mostly you had given wonderful dreams in my eye.

 
Had we not shared so many precious moments,
Had we not cherished each other’s existence like the stars and moon above,
It’s time to rejuvenate that prized existence,
Oh how much I miss you!! BOOKs, my forgotten love.

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Haunting Memories

You came as a spawning tornado
And turned my world upside down
Sometimes I was the trailblazer
Sometimes you wore that crown.

You were not only my comrade and friend
You were my redeemer as well
You were my esteemed possession
Like the precious pearl found with the shell.

Together; you and me, we used to be
To share our darkest enigma
Blazing over the sunny days and starry nights
Blessed by some heavenly stigma.

What about the days and memories we spent?
I miss those days, I miss you my friend
I wish I could turn back the clock and time
To avoid an unexpected and unbelievable end.

Why did we move away?
Why did you let it go?
Did you find a better soul mate?
And if its real, well I don’t want to know

Life definitely won’t sojourn
Nor will it suffer, if you are not there
But it won’t be as much fun
Without you; to lay my soul bare.

I wish we could sit and talk again just like we used to do
Relive those memories which always brought a smile
You always meant so very much and always will do 
If only I could have you back just for a little while.

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Someone Somewhere Is Waiting For Me

Since childhood there were dreams in my eyes,
Of shining stars and of skies,
But along with time as I grew,
My childhood dreams were boundless too.

I left behind the chocolates and dolls,
I greatly awaited only a love call,
The call which would act like a love potion,
‘Coz it’s the disease which has no lotion.

My dreams moved up the hills,
Along with glamour, along with thrills,
Where people come just to hike,
But I knew that here, the cupid’s arrow would strike.

Up above the hill so high,
Where flowers bloom and birds doth fly,
I saw someone standing handsome and tall,
Was he the one to give me the love call?

He held out his hands for me to hold,
I felt a little nervous, a bit too bold,
He engulfed me within his arms,
And I knew he was the one who had fascinated me with his charms.

He came close to me and said,
All that’s mine is yours from today,
EXCEPT MY LOVE, 
‘coz that’s something I have already given away.

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Cradle of Happiness

A soft toy of flesh and blood
With a cute chubby face and two twinkling eyes
A tiny bundle of world’s greatest treasure
With pink rosy lips, wherein all sweetness lies.

It’s laughter makes the whole world laugh
It’s crying amuses some
It won’t go to sleep peacefully
Until a sweet lullaby you hum.

With tiny hands it cries to clasp
Everything within its reach and bound
Throwing its tiny feet in air
Making it’s surrounding a playground.

Cradling it in her arms
A woman feels the greatest happiness of all
With quickness and concern
She responds to its every call.

It makes a woman complete and proud
It makes a family’s joy wild
It is God’s own form, for immortals
Who else; but a new born child.