Saturday, December 1, 2018




Miles away--
Bloom beauteous roses,
Fragrance reach the soul;

Miles away--
Sweet whispers arise,
Heart deciphers the words;

Miles away--
Stirs a hazy shadow,
Eyes recognise the face;

Miles away--
Melodies on wings,
I set my feet to dance;

Miles away--
Sorrow descends,
tears come to my eyes;

Miles away--
Burns a candle,
Light reaches my path;

Miles away--
Your joys and pains,
I take a leap of empathy:

Miles away--
A transparent moment,
I get transported into your core!

Miles away--
I know your pain of loving me
As if it was my own:
Love wells up
About to flow out!


Monsoon morphs into autumn:
Trees have begun
turning to golden brown,
caramel leaves--
Pale,yellow,amber, cinnamon,
begin to fall;
some leaves burn
with shades of russet and red.
But Autumn removes
the fiery cloak of colours
And takes a dip in the river:
Lo, he is reborn in a new form--
Immaculate,white, pristine
like the snowy kash flowers
blooming on the bank,
swaying in the breeze,
bobbing their heads
under fleecy white clouds!
Achromatic Autumn touches
The petals of parijat--
Aromatic and white
over an orange tube!
Autumn...colourless autumn,
full of fragrance and charm,
reminding me of a little girl
in a garden picking up
parijat in her hanky:
I see Parijat dropping
one by one at dawn
covering the ground;
The air is redolent with perfume!
I breathe in the sweet
nostalgic fragrance:
My childhood sleeps
on a soft expanse of
snow white petals of Parijat!


yes the time stands still
amid the stunning splendours
some fire like roses
rainbow of your ceaseless thoughts
purple must of blue roses


iconic morning
lo unblocks her abundance
The world is swept off
As she pouts her sun-red lips
Love leaps out like a dolphin


pink purple-blue red
the clouds in the zircon sky
delicacies of colours
become butterflies of joy


on my mind's vast slate
i feel many thoughts running
looped and connected
they flow like cursive writing
The cascade brings smiles and cry


your small round image
pops up on the memory screen
feelings touch the chord
i'm lost in a maze of thought
why to drag it down


The rainy season has waned,
virescent hues no longer in sight;
In ambers and bronzes
sleep autumnal leaves
stirred by soft susurration of breeze!

The leaves and l are old;
wish to borrow wings
and fly fast
reaching the cliffs of time
where histories of life are etched--
obscure and bright!

In the bronze distance
I find effigies of grief
and animated dolls of happiness:
The two of them meet
and shake hands
in the quietest space--
I become a stoic
amid kaleidoscope of seasons!


Day breaks in the city and continues--
Birds on the big baniyan start chirping
To wake up their old buddies-- the beggars,
But it's lost in the traffic sound piercing.
The woman picks up her kid and the pot,
The man on the crutch comes to the signal.
Some sadhus, the bearded men in saffron
Sit on the pavement with combs in their hands
Soon, it's Office time and the building brown
Sees an influx of men and officers;
Under the huge tree assemble the youth--
Unemployed with files face the bitter truth.


Dr. RANJANA SHARAN SINHA: Former professor in English at S.B.City College, Nagpur (MH),India, Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha is a well- known voice in lndian Poetry in English. Received accolade from the former President of India, A.P.J.Abdul Kalam for her poem Mother Nature.Poems, short stories, articles and research papers published in a number of dailies, magazines, e-zines, archives at national and international levels. Honoured with many awards for her outstanding contributions to literature. Authored and published 5 books and 50 research papers.Research supervisor RTM Nagpur University, Nagpur.

1 comment :

  1. Dra. RANJANA SHARAN SINHA,es usted una gran poeta. Sus poemas están cargados de una belleza insuperable. Saludos desde Maracaibo-Venezuela.