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On the shore
No clouds of grey scattered on the horizon of my dreams
The sky is bright and sunny,
The pelagic birds faintly visible far on surface of sea
I too walk on this lone shore of dreams,
With the oscillating silvery tides of joy wetting the anklets,
With the murmuring breezy winds whispering into my ears.
The shells of yesteryears slept under the seabed
enlivened your memories
While I gathered a few that settled on the shore
Perhaps to quench the curious mind
That followed your footprints for decades vanished into oblivion;
Whenever the towering waves terrified my consciousness
I found you on the clouds over the sea,
The days and nights of the springs &autumn
hibernated in the frozen land of memories
Those shells emanate the fragrance of your heydays in this land;
Still its mellifluous music enchant you from miles away.
Migrating birds of this shore reach your land ,
The water of the sea travel miles to touch your feet,
Tell you to be part of this shore where I walk,
In search of those shells of seabed sleeping for decades…
And those butterflies flying high for me to the rainbows
on my firmament which never fade with time
Although rain of my land drizzled over for years perpetually…
copyright dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy : Image by lifeforstock on Freepik
December 7, 2024
SIGNATURE OF THE TIME
In the haunted lands of deluge ravaged by
torrential rain,
In the green avenues of dark & dense forests,
In the echoes of vestiges of time elapsed,
In the forts decayed and frozen on mountain peaks
I walked silently holding the hands of myriads of emotions,
Oh time, I could see nothing devoid of your signature;
In this ascension and descent of journey of life,
Uttered void apparently by the external world.
Oh times, when you fill my poetic consciousness
As joy of Spring and struggles of Summer,
I realize that you are the controller of seasons,
Definition of infinity,
Mysterious riddle with no beginning or end.
My quests ever, in search of you
In the rocks and stones
Where ages fallen into deep sleep,
The soul of a traveler in quest of history of mankind,
Bending knees before you in reverence.
Standing insightful,
Witnessing imprint of signature of time
the existence of this universe.
A daughter of this mankind, bound to the sheltering hands of time ,
stands with bowed head in front of you
to complete the journey of this birth.
copyright poem- dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesty- freepik
November 13, 2024
SYMPHONY OF NATURE
The sky and the earth merge
on the horizon of hope, on every twilight.
Whilst the dusky sun dipping his face
In the quietude of pacific sea
And the turbulent waves of the day
go for a repose at the seabed.
As the blue white clouds vanish
into the grey depths of starry sky,
Inviting the moonlight for a palaver.
Oh, the rare star of my sky
Why do you fall into the unfathomable gloom
of lonely nights & silent days ?
Wake up! Wake up for a brighter sunny day,
And get enthralled in the moonlight emerging from darkness
when the twilight bid adieu to the scorching heat.
The sky and earth belong to you too…
Those migratory pelagic birds, fly beyond borders to see you too,
With the metamorphosis of seasons.
The same winds of fragrance
Touches your feet too as mine
on the shores of tranquillity.
The soul of the universe waiting for you…
For seeing the emergence of a better you.
copyright poem – dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy freepik
November 10, 2024
THE WARRIORS OF THE UNIVERSE
The universe, the oceans and streams and valleys of mother Earth,
Accept in silence the evils of a part of mankind.
The foolish believed so blindly about tolerance
since time immemorial,
But the wise prayed in silence
To quieten the wrath, that inevitably comes
The fruits of infuriation,
The fruits of devastation.
The environs and ecosystems changed drastically out of their greed,
Justice strangulated in the grip of corruption and power,
The world forgot the sermons and morals of ancestral wisdom,
Thrown away those ethos and values,
Vanished into oblivion the songs of love and camaraderie.
Those who had to coverup secrets raised fingers on others
Those empowered to re-establish justice were on a nap of idleness,
The warriors of power slept in darkness
in the stranglehold of reign.
The protectors of law of the land forgot the ethos and values
Caught up in unholy nexus and spiderwebs.
The universe was a silent witness to the lost wisdom of its people.
However the hermits and the wise knew the power of the universe
Yet, wondered at the dragging silence prevailed long.
A single turn out of the Universe could bring forth
Unfathomable miseries
Earth quakes and tsunamis
Landslides and deluge.
No trace of life could survive them ever!
But the omnipotent universe
was awaiting something special in silence,
The emergence of its powerful creation!
Waiting for centuries for the arrival.
The prayers of profound and wise
The tears of the downtrodden,
The hopes of the hopeless,
The panacea to all the miseries.
The universe had immense faith
In the predestined change to occur.
That had been envisioned
The emergence of new creation,
The re-established equilibrium of life.
It was more meaningful than
A one-time devastating fury of nature.
So, the universe conspired to help
The karma (deeds) of her special creation.
A carbon copy of her on psych and conscience,
A messenger of peace for the good,
A messenger of war for the wicked.
The universe sends her own warriors
to the battlefield since many eons and ages,
And many more yet to emerge, in the eons yet to come
copyright poem – dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy- freepik
October 26, 2024
Neeli gulmohars [ Jacaranda]
NEELI GULMOHARS
In the valley of Neeli gulmohars,
Empyreal blue fires of the sky,
Ethereal fragrance of Spring
Bid adieu to come again in Summer
As if the rain of my land and I come to meet you in monsoons
Bidding farewell to come back
When the roses and gulmohars bloom again.
In the aureate radiance of gulmohars or in the throes of memories.
In the firmament of my sky
Or in the lap of nature
Your dreams enlivened.
I don’t blame the Gulmohars and
their lucent purplish hues,
Enticed you more than my charm.
Or the flickering mists of the newly arrived Spring.
copyright poem Dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy- freepik
October 20, 2024
DESTINED TO BE
Dr.Sanjana p Souparnika
The slumbering sun and dusky sky spoke silently the story of two soulmates
Betwixt fiery red clouds of the horizon
Destined it is for the dusk to bid farewell to the day at twilight
Again, to meet at dawn with the freezing wind.
Destined is not meant to be a shadow cast by destiny and luck
But only an unravelling of the endless powers of the universe
In bringing together or send far away
Making clear and vivid or fading into oblivion.
Humans also not exempt from being destined in the hands of universe
In making and breaking bonds in one lonely corner of the world
Creating joy of the daylight & dismay of darkness.
Two strangers met on the diverging roads & instantly felt a connection of hearts,
Shared the burden of the tormenting years strolled past
but in reticence, only in frugal words.
Spoke more about the destination ahead,
The awaiting hardness of dense freezing winter forests and mountain glaciers
impediments on the road to destinations.
About their diverging roads in opposite directions,
And their feet stepped slowly away from each other,
but their eyes spoke silently something that was audible only to their hearts
They were destined to travel in diverging roads
Away from each other’s sight.
They were people of extraordinary insight and wisdom.
And a momentary glance and a few words uttered,
Made an invisible bond of love in silence.
In the far lands of barren rocks
And dark dense forest streams,
They talked in silence unaware of the transitions of seasons around
in different landscapes & terrains ,
They spoke silently when the way ahead was unknown;
When conscience trembled in the ferocity of nature;
In the torrential rains and freezing chill of nights spend alone in the dark forest.
They spoke in silence at different terrains, far away from sight.
They smiled alone when soul sensed some joy on both ends.
When reached the time to return from the destinations years after,
Reached the same juncture of diverging roads once again
The same shades of trees, the canopy of camaraderie.
The one who returned earlier stayed there enjoying the delicious fruits and pristine water of freshets,
Suddenly he thought what is prompting me to stay here
sensing the vibration of mind that locked his feet at this juncture of life.
He started thinking
“I should return to the land I have come from.
My land is awaiting me”,
Yet mind is longing to meet the stranger companion here before I return. “
The vibrating thoughts gave a thud to the heart.
He tried to interpret it. A scary thought that trembled his body,
“everyone may not return always from an expedition.”
Tears trickled down the cheeks.
Then the mind sought its extraordinary power to sense the one far away.
There were only gloomy vibrations
What happened to the unknown friend?
With that constant thought days and nights passed away
stayed there for a long time withstanding the harsh weather,
Made a garden of flowers there collecting from the nearby forest.
The fragrance of frangipanies attracted birds with shining feathers in vibrant colours.
Brought a forest stream to the place making a canal.
Made a small tree hut to withstand the freezing winters.
Began growing crops and spending time observing and studying the nature around.
One day he sensed the approaching footsteps of the stranger companion nearby him.
He ran hastily with an accelerated heart beat and stood on the road where they met years ago.
The stranger’s gloomy eyes widened in surprise seeing the flowers, birds, stream and seeing his old pal
Quite a long time which he found difficult to count.
The dismay of soul vanished ,heart filled with joy
They shared the joy of communications of their soul over these years
Reminiscing those spells of hindered flow of thoughts
The chitchat of minds from far lands
It was when mind was dipped in despondency they lost themselves
Both realized the power of the bond their minds shared in silence.
Promised in the gentle breezy wind not to lose it ever by the tempests of life ahead..
The bond of love keep them moving ahead in different terrains as lone travelers
hope to meet again somewhere at another end of time ,on a different land
The light of pure love, camaraderie and insight lasted forever imprisoned in the memory of time.
October 16, 2024
Dusk of seasons
In the spring I wished to fly like butterflies.
In the autumn I wished to float like white clouds on the blue sky…
In the winter I wished to be the sliding glacier of frosty misty mountains…
In the Summer eves, I wished to be the moonlight of my sky.
In the cloudy Monsoons I wished to scatter as the splendid beam of sunshine.
In the drizzle, I wished to sprinkle like the drops of rain …
Does anybody know, why I wish to be merged in seasons?
The seasons, true preservers of signs of life on earth…
Let the creativity perpetuate endlessly….
And be the seasons their timeless witness!
copyright poem Dr.Sanjana p Souparnika
image courtesy – freepik AI
October 6, 2024
The queen of the night & the star
The starry sky and moonlight astounded
Snowy white milky petals,
Mystifying the world in ethereal fragrance,
Glazed in the milky moonlight
“The queen of the night”.
The star on the northern sky winked at the newborn flower,
Awakened from a deep sleep of infinite years,
Stared at the lovely star.
But a pal of gloom on the Milky white petals.
Perhaps the gloom of imminent return to eternity.
The star on the endless sky winked again
Asif sensed the melancholic shadows,
The predestined return on the same day of birth
To the world of eternity.
The star of the northern sky whispered
I remain here for centuries on the same sky
For your return on someday, somewhere
And every time you come back
I had never lost you
Ever with the waning seasons,
Although, you fall into the deep sleep lasting many years
To be awakened in yet another twilight
To bloom in yet another moonlight.
Love is immortal as the snowy white petals
Taking rebirth in the wheel of time
for blooming again and again
till the end of the universe,
if it ever happens or not.
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copyright poem & image dr sanjana p Souparnika
October 6, 2024
Eternity
It was autumn when the leaves buried my memories beneath the ground
It was spring when I revived them from those ashes time had left behind.
“Immortal forever” they whispered with a smile.
Mayn’t fall with autumn hues
Mayn’t melt away in scorching sun
Mayn’t vanish from the earth with the deluge of time.
As I never made you mine ever with bondage of time & space
But eternally mine…
Forever mine….
Ever a free soul, as the brightest star on the firmament
Eternally on the endless sky
laughing as usual at my wisdom of making bond,
Perhaps the bygone years gifted me
Liberating from all the bondages life had imposed on,
Suffocating your soul.
Ever a free soul, as the brightest star on the firmament
Eternally on the endless sky
Drenching in the drizzle of love,
Walking over the endless shore of love.
Copyright dr.sanjana p Souparnika [ dr sanjana v.b]
image courtesy- freepik AI
October 3, 2024
THE PRISONER PRINCESS OF BONDAGE
The days and nights vanishing in the time machine,
Where I too a lone traveler,
With an accelerated pace
In search of dreams of pearls over the sky.
It steals huge momentum,
Leaves me languid.
Yet, I love the firmament where my dream is a resident.
But I am the prisoner princess of this pristine land…
A return inevitable
to the land of reality and roots,
from the firmament of white clouds
where my dream is a resident.
Travel for years, ever with backlog of unfinished tasks
Sensing deeply the inner calling over and over,
To pick pearls of dreams, over the white clouds. ….
Calling by mother earth,
The pristine rivers and lakes,
Where re-echoing the lackadaisical deep sighs of mine & the waves
merged for years elapsed…
The darkness and quietude of canopies,
Where my worries are buried….
The frozen glaciers of mountain peaks,
Where my fears take a refuge.
Standing amazed, unable to leave this land of mine.
Return of this wanderer to the loving people is predestined,
With dreams fulfilled,
With a fair bit of cloud in my heart,
A souvenir of rejuvenation to my soul,
After a long hiatus of years, in a jaded journey
Return of the prisoner princess is inevitable.
copyright dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesy freepik
October 3, 2024