Hydrangea
The big, beautiful blooms
of Hydrangea in August
near the river Thames in London--
Pom-poms of pink, white and blue,
touch my heart and go deep...
deeper and deeper still
evoking a forgotten memory
that takes me back
down the vista of years:
I see a grandmother
sitting in her home temple
with idols of deity, religious texts,
and fresh flowers
plucked from the front yard.
She is busy making
a garland of marigolds.
A girl goes running to her
with a Flower Magazine
and shows her the picture
of bright clusters printed in it--
" Look Nani, these flowers!"
Oh, amazing! I wish I could
decorate this temple
with such flowers!"
"You know, these flowers
are found in cool places
and are rare in our country,
they are found mostly in hill stations
HYDRANGEA!!"
Unable to pronounce the name,
the grandmother takes her
eyes off the magazine
and concentrates on the garland.
August turns into a strange month,
Can't say if it is cruel or kind:
The opulent expanse of hydrangea,
and the awakened memory within--
I wish you were with me today!
A Chameleon In The Cupboard
Someone told me
that chameleon mostly
lived in rainforests
and dry deserts, but
I have seen such creatures
in every book and cranny--
cunningly camouflaged
blending their colour
with environment.
Chameleonic persons--
Minor variants of the
colour- changing reptile
with a pair of telescopic eyes!
Who can notice their
opportunistic versatility?
The teenage girl couldn't see
right through the brightness
and was caught within
the web of pretentious colours.
She couldn't come out
without getting deflowered --
Sunken...panicked...naked...
Hammered by intrusive thoughts
she wished to drink
from the river Lethe!
The boy, neither raw nor immature,
was abducted in broad daylight
under the anaesthesia of
deceptive colouration:
The facade with hues and shades
crumbled revealing the true colour.
Today, I encounter
a chameleon in the cupboard
and the algebra of colours
becomes even more complicated!
The River Godavari
Godavari in the arms of evening.
The hush of descending hours;
A hazy surreal beauty in the making
Beyond the human powers!
The horizon sun-- a big red zircon
Suspended with a chain of gold,
Like pendent hangs on her fair bosom:
Reflections on the ripples' fold.
Cool and innocuous the river flows
Alive in an endless panoply
Of agony and ecstasy, joy and sorrow
Thinning the line between real and fantasy.
She carries immortal mysteries of mortals
Sometimes frozen, sometimes moving,
Ashes of the deceased, the devotee's flowers,
Abode of psyches dead and living!
Fossils of thoughts in depths unknown,
Curiously appear on the surface terrain--
I look at Godavari to find the answers
And feel the waters in my vein!
RANJANA SHARAN SINHA
DR. RANJANA SHARAN SINHA: Recipient of a
number of national and international awards including a commendation from the
former President of India, A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, for her poetry, Dr. Ranjana
Sharan Sinha is a bilingual poet, author, academic and retd professor of
English, RTM Nagpur University, Nagpur. She is a well- known voice in Indian
Poetry in English with international recognition. Two poems from her Poetry
Collection SCENTS AND SHADOWS are included in Postgraduate University Syllabus
(Purnea University). Her poems, short stories, articles and research papers
have been widely published in highly- acclaimed dailies, magazines, e-zines,
archives and journals in print and online. Her poems have been published in
more than 40 world class anthologies including those of WPM. Her poems have
been translated and published in a number of languages -- German, Greek,
Polish, Spanish, Albanian, Russian, Persian, Nepali, Chinese and more. She has
authored and published 09 books in different genres and 50 research papers on
various themes and subjects. The topic of her PhD thesis is "Sri Aurobindo
and the Epic Tradition" that covers both the eastern and the western epic
traditions in relation to the magnum opus 'Savitri'. She has also done a
UGC-sponsored MRP on comparative Romantic and Chhayavadi literature. She is
associated with many literary organisations and poetry groups and is one of the
members of editorial board of Our Poetry Archive.
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