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FOREST LOVE
Flowing streams took a pause
As the shadows gave a fleeting glimpse of him
Fluttering birds turned around
For a delightful welcoming
The blissful sands of the bank
Rejoiced with the gales
As if recognized a familiar footstep
The cerulean sky adorned with rainbows
As he waved his hands.
The winds of fragrance enlaced the pink plumerias
Sharing the secret of the arrival
The forest green bloomed
in moonlight like a mermaid
Or the fluorescence of fireflies
I too stood amazed with Nature
At the transitions around
As if forgotten to wink my eyes.
The four seasons peeped into the forest
With the exuberant hues and vibrance.
I took a stroll down the corridor of seasons
in a mystic trance
The dry and wet foliage sang the song of love
The rustling song of love.
With the star of dawn,
I walked down the moon lit valleys of the last night,
Now a morning stride with the sunshine
Strewn amid trees like an uncut jewel of diamond,
The wind was passing swiftly along side,
walking still amazed at the fleeting glimpse at the stream
And thinking hard for whom the forest
Adorned like a bride.
My eyes opened slowly from a deep sleep
And conscious mind smiled at the surreal dream
But the pink plumerias beside me
Confounding the surreal and real.
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author copyright -dr sanjana p souparnika
from my book Reflections an anthology of poems by sanjana vb
February 3, 2025
MONSOONS
Doves and pigeons intone chants of redemption
In the lonesome corridors of sweltering Summer,
When the black and blue clouds fill the torrid sky
Peacocks and gleeful soul dances in anticipation,
Blessing the earth with the down pour.
Oh, Monsoons you come.
Parched souls bid heartfelt adieu
to torrid heat
Standing amazed at your timeless beauty
The tears of sky in farewell may be your visit to earth.
The verdant green takes a dip in the scintillating
Lures of rainbow hues.
Wanders in the fathomless vales of memories
Mankind also rejoices with your arrival.
The fragrance of sandal wood has immersed in the air
But you stood as though seeking someone
Adorned with flowers of snow
Perhaps the mesmerizing beauty of spring
Stole your heart or the Autumn?
When the concerns of the day repose in a dozing sleep
You come with the stars and Moon
Oh, Monsoon you tie the knot with the Earth
In the valley of peace, you stayed long in a daze
Incognizant of the clouds awaiting your footsteps
In the centuries pass by you.
Being the prisoner of love with the earth You remain here since time immemorial.
Copyright dr sanjana p souparnika [ taken from my book Reflections an anthology of poems by dr sanjana vb]
January 28, 2025
The Philosopher of love
He had left the shore of love on some day with a wounded soul
Vanished into oblivion the days & nights
The amnesic sleep of memories
Perhaps a quest in vain of peace and harmony within
Where turbulence &turmoil ruled the roost.
Wandered for decades in the vale of woes
Withered dusk and dawn in years as autumn foliage.
With the rising sun he would mend his heart,
Broken into pieces in the hands of time,
In vain, to erase the scars of healing.
Walk with the dusky sun the endless avenues of self-realization
Seeking an inn of serenity or retreat
But a momentary recluse of a hermit perhaps.
The flocks of birds flew hastily over the dusky sky
In search of nests over the trees
The wanderer stood a while, gazing at the nest
Chirping of the tiny birds inside
At once, his soul cognized the serenity
Searched in vain for years
The joy of togetherness and harmony
The exhilarating expression of love in camaraderie.
The invisible string that connects mankind
The moment of self-realization
Someone whispered at the core of mind
The feet moved towards that shore of love
The shore of real harmony and peace
The philosopher of love reborn ,now forever
Leaving behind the inns of imaginary serenity
into the obscurity of intentional oblivions forever…
copy right – dr sanjana p souparnika
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January 13, 2025
The vagabond
In quest of the serene golden rays of dawn,
In search of silent beauty of lush green valleys
O’er there on barren rocks of this land of temples
wandered like a lonely bird, lost his way
In the melting glaciers of the mountain peaks.
Glowing silvery threads amid dense pines & junipers,
In the rivers of unfathomable depth,
Perhaps, less deep than his sorrows
wandered like a lonely bird that lost his way.
The vagabond of Indus traversed miles and miles
With wavering feet &eyes.
The burning soul with dithering footsteps
Stood long on those barren rocks
Glancing at the far away monasteries & mysterious valleys.
Silence & sunshine embraced him
sober moments lingered between them
Shattering the depth of silence asif a bubble.
The soul & the freezing wind of the dusky dawn had a palaver,
The breezy, frosty wind of mountain gllaciers
Visiting the frozen consciousness
somewhere from the valleys of melting snow
An uninvited pal in the silence of his solitude.
The wind of snow whispered to his new pal with gloomy eyes
Why seeking solace in the first rays of sun in this far land
Unaware of the land of your genesis
Unheard of those calls for decades,
The land of fathomless love,
where angels uttering chants of prayer for your good life.
Where florets & fragrance of memories sleeping mystically,
since the day you vanished in the whirlpool of life.
Everything heydays of your yesteryears left behind awaiting long,&long
The landmarks of an era still breathing in the vestiges awaiting your return.
Leave the hinterland of despair
Cast off days of gloom and shades of melancholy
Let off sorrows to be buried in the withered sands
To be drained off into the trajectories of mountain streams
Oh, Vagabond, return to your land
where angels enkindle hope of mirth & joy for a new daybreak
The Guardian Angels of this world with chants of prayers;
Return to your land of genesis again.
Take a rebirth from this soil of your footprints awaiting you there.
Enjoy the breeze of Spring &Autumn of these mountain ghats.
And winter of the land with no foliage left over to bid farewell to the rising sun.
To find yourself in the lap of serenity
leaving the hinterland of despair away, far away.
copy right -Dr. Sanjana p souparnika
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January 13, 2025
The shell of tranquility
Stands alone in the arid deserts of scorching sun,
And sustained alone in the abyss of deep blue ocean,
within the shell of tranquility,
In the chaos conquering the will,
In the challenges contracting the footsteps,
In the deluge of despondent days.
None can trespass the shell
No annoying calls or invitations,
No humiliations.
No love letters,
But peace and harmony with self
Enlivened here, sustained here .
The shell of tranquility
Sustains the serenity forever,
as a fortress with sentries
Invisible to the sight of the bustling world
But to the insight!
The indomitable will
Strengthening the ramparts of the fort
for decades fallen with the autumn foliage
In the nights frozen & days wilted.
The days and nights in long years
Swirled inside like a snail,
The sunshine and moonlight knocked often at the rooftop
Adoring the princess of tranquility within the shell.
In the dusky twilights of miseries
Universe sent a breezy wind of Autumn night
To enliven her leisure
Kind enough to grace her virtues
within the shell of tranquility.
copyright dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy freepik
January 6, 2025
Seraphic life
The clouds of the seraphic sky
Asked the aurora
What makes you so beautiful?
Aurora smiled and replied
The sunlight aurifies you and me…
The mundane mornings so special
Dusky evenings angelic and incredible
Be that sun each day as you wake up at day beak
And while you go to repose in the dusky evening
Transcend the spirits of seraphic life to the universe!

copyright Dr.sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy freepik
January 6, 2025
THE FEATHERS OF LOVE
Sobbing of the endless sky,
On hazy grey avenues,
As the clouds of Aashaada(rainy month) ,
Stand gloomy without any down pour as your love.
With the chirping birds nesting in your solitude,
I too shed feathers of love sometimes,
Breaking the silence of your tranquillity.
Perchance, I am that incomplete poem,
Have been writing since many decades,
In the drizzles poured &pattered the bygone years….
Or the portraits drawn by the wet clouds of hazy sky,
On the wavy water lines, on my half-closed windows….
The rainy clouds & downpours visited again and again
in the minds of mankind since time immemorial,
For years strolled past, spanning over the seasons.
With no beginning or ending in the time scale ever,
With no disparities of time and space.
Behold, the ethereal clouds
Standing on my boundless sky,
With no downpour yet.
My holy, fiery blazing clouds of sky,
And my wondrous eyes
Amazed at them forever!
Let me stand at this lonesome corner of sky for a while,
Listening the rhythm of drizzle,
Merging my soul into the abyss of oblivion.
Sinking into the dreams of forest green moonlights,
Somewhere fireflies glittered
Knowing their lights are ephemeral
Unlike the milky moonlight.
Yet, glowing and gleaming since time immemorial
Enchanting the world,
Delighting the souls.
Fireflies of forest greens
imparts the dismayed souls
the great lesson of living the moment
Enlightening the world till the breath bid adieu
shedding the feathers of love forever!
Copyright Dr. Sanjana p . Souparnika
January 3, 2025
The angel of the forest
In the veil of misty dawn,
In the Verdant green meadows,
In the forest greens of firefly nights,
In the freezing chills of mountain peaks,
Amongst the seven vibrant colours of Rainbow mirage,
Amongst the barren rocks and sands of timberland,
Everywhere I saw your foot prints, the decades left behind
Indelible they are to the history of the land as to me!
I wandered in a pensive mood, in the valley of infinity
Thoughts flowing fast
As the burbling mountain freshet,
Drenching my feet,
The pristine water of forest streams,
Panacea to the frozen souls!
I stood amazed at this ageless shore of love,
As if caught up in the warp of time.
The winds of time passed beside me
resonating the phrasings,
Echoes of those mesmerizing words of yours,
Down the valleys again and again
articulated for the angel of earth .
“Time stands still in the darkness of foliage stretched far
In the dense forest land,
As the dense hair of angel”.
Whilst, the melting glaciers of the mountain peaks
Embraced your feet too as mine in the bygone years
As you sang across the valleys &streams.
Angel of the earth listening to the
celestial music of yours
In the lonely dense forest over the years passed by,
In the forest greens of firefly nights,
Howbeit, decades cascaded
Since you have left the shores.
December 26, 2024
METAMORPHOSIS
I stand amazed in the woody forest
Where eons passed by me,
Decades cascaded,
Centuries spoke to me silently,
In the same woody shades.
Yet I, the Time wonder at
The metamorphosis of seasons,
The metaphor to the transitions.
Among the grey clouds I could hear
Thunders of the irate sky
and the down pour as
Blessings to mother Earth.
The emerging greens,
From the ashes of a scorching summer,
That parched my souls too;
If I have a soul!!!
I am the Time,
Witness to the metamorphosis of life.
Suddenly my glance fell on the foliage of autumn
That touched Earth as to pay its last homage;
The bare trunks filled some dismay.
“The metamorphosis of seasons” again
I whispered to myself,
In the misty valleys.
A farewell bid to verdant green
And dipping into vibrant yellow,
Again, to the crimson red.
I dithered in the beauty of Spring yellows and crimson red.
My thoughts stood breathless on my way;
But I had to move on.
The rainy skies and forests,
Invoked the zest of a new beginning,
I, the time was wondering !
Millions of seasons touched my frame of time;
Yet I stand in the moving wheel,
In the vicious cycle of nature,
Where everything is in transit as
Metamorphosis of seasons on this Earth.
A poetry from Dr.Sanjana’s book Reflections an anthology of poems [ my author name for the book – Sanjana vb]
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December 25, 2024
MEMORIES
Traversing the vermillion hues and foliage of Autumn,
Walking with the bare trunks of snow –clad Winter hills;
Withstanding the miseries of parched, desolate barren lands
Of torrid summer and despair;
With the bloom of joyous spring;
With the downpour of sky and grief
Memories bequeath the imprints of life.
The memories of bygones,
The emissary of ephemerals.
Yet, inspiration for driving forward
Teaching us tenuousness of life.
Sometimes, an ode to normalcy
Sings the song of life,
Enlivening the soul,
Entangled in intricacies.
The folks of triumph of pragmatism
In the whirl wind of life
Being a gentle reminder to the wandering soul.
Sometimes, as the niceties of life
Very closely are memories
Cherished long.
It evades senescence and evanescence;
Traversing the barriers of culture &dialects;
Revamping the tireless traveller of life,
Ridden with uncertainty &obscurity
Usher in renaissance of humility &love.
It never goes with the last winds of the night,
Never fades into oblivion with the dawn of sun,
Leads lineages forward and forward,
Transforming lives, Memories bequeath the imprints of life.
[This poem is published in Dr.Sanjana’s book – Reflections an anthology of poems]
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December 25, 2024