Tag: English poem

  •    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

  • 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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  • 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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  • 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

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