The Moon And The Blue Jacaranda
1.
The awesome moon,
waxing and waning
with a thousand faces,
seems to perch on the
horizon of my mind:
A white egret
with wings of memories--
Pink pearls, roses and thorns!
2.
I recall the violet depths of love
under a purple moon:
The Jacaranda trees dropping
their mauve- blue blossom
in a soft sirimiri.
You became synonymous
with the big shiny pearl
and I-- a selenophile!
Oh, the lavender aroma--
The night, the magic, the mizzle!
3.
Then it was dark:
Everything appeared with
an unfamiliar slant to it--
The moon left the sky
without a trace:
Love turned to hurt
I longed for the metallic shimmer
lost in the black cloud!
4.
Expanding my vision
and inner horizon,
I can see and feel--
Life is a fusion of
happiness and sorrow:
Torn in twain remains
the long human odyssey.
5.
The moon varies
between waning and waxing:
It doesn't shine all the time--
Increases it's light for
quite a few days, and soon
starts reducing itself--
One day invisible!
Shines full one day!
In the light and shadow of the moon,
I find an answer to
the enigma of human existence!
Autumn Leaves
Rain collapses, comes the fall,
Fall and flutter autumn leaves:
Rusted, brown, yellow, tan--
Sad, silent autumn leaves!
Once they waltzed with the wind;
Now they lie on the ground,
Tell me why the cruel wind
Never feels for autumn leaves?
Divorced, bleached, full of dust,
The leaves whirl and twirl,
None can fathom the languid grief:
Wan and pallid autumn leaves!
Pestilence-stricken, longing for life,
Lost lyrics in swell and wane,
Like the mortals who ail and die:
Transient, fading autumn leaves!
Hazy shadows, faint breaths,
Ripples of silence ever- widening--
An aching phase in human life,
Sharing the plight of autumn leaves!
A slip into sepia, grey horizons,
No cerulean skies at eventide--
The fading fires of summer vault:
Restless, dying autumn leaves!
One More Evening...
The leaves of Shirish trees
are beginning to close
like those of Lajwanti.
The evening is falling slowly
and the landscapes are
full of shadows.
I hear the grey whispers--
The melancholy of the margin
comes to the front page.
Nevertheless, in this half-light
cuckoo's faint voice is heard
Like a spark buried in ashes!
RANJANA SHARAN SINHA
RANJANA SHARAN SINHA: Recipient of a number of awards at national and international levels for her poetry, Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha is an acclaimed poet, author, academic and retd professor of English. She has also received a commendation from the former President of India, A. P. J. Abdul Kalam for her poem 'Mother Nature' contained in her Collection 'Spring Zone’. She is a well-known voice in Indian Poetry in English with international recognition. Her poems have been included in Postgraduate University Syllabus, Purnea University. Her poem is also prescribed for B.A. English Language (Major) , RTM Nagpur University to be implemented from 2024-25 session. Her poems, short stories, articles and research papers have been widely published in highly-acclaimed dailies, magazines, e-zines, archives and journals including Sahitya Akademi's Indidn Literature. She has authored and published 09 books in different genres and 51 research papers. Her poems have found space in 40 global Poetry Anthologies including that of World Poetry Movement (WPM). Her poems have been translated into German, Spanish, Albanian, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Persian, Nepali and more. She is a bilingual poet and also writes in Hindi. Recently she was awarded Sahityaratna Samman for her Hindi Collection of Poems titled 'Ek Sita Main Bhi' by Awadh Sahitya Akademi. She is associated with many international Poetry groups and literary organizations. She is one of the members of the advisory board, Our Poetry Archive. Lives in Nagpur (Maharashtra), India.
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