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  • 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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  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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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  •                              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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