Voices Within: Ranjana Sharan Sinha

Former professor in English at S. B. City college, Nagpur (Maharashtra), Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha is a well-known voice in lndian Poetry in English and has received accolade from the former President of lndia, A. P. J.Abdul Kalam for her poem 'Mother Nature'. Poems, short stories, articles and research papers published in reputed dailies,magazines, e-zines, journals and archives at national and international levels. Authored and published six books and fifty research papers .Honoured with many prestigious awards for her outstanding contribution to literature: Best Poet Award, Poets lnternational, Bangalore; Rashtriya Pratibha Samman ( Kavya Kalanidhi), Udaipur; Best Citizens of lndia, lnternational Publishing House, New Delhi; Best Teacher Award, Nagpur Shikshan Mandal, Nagpur, and many more. Research Supervisor, RTM Nagpur University, Nagpur.She writes in Hindi, too.

She is Gone Forever!

In my journey through life,
I reach an alien territory--
The scarlet gulmohars
with their flamboyant flames
fall on the ground:
A sense of fall silently comes!

Saddened by 
' the touch of earthly years'
I feel inner rumblings--
A boundless ocean forced along
by the winds of halcyon days
surges up within me,
provoking nostalgia!

Behind the morphing 
face and body,
I look for my lost self:
A woman without 
lines or signs of aging--
Vibrant and agile
appears before me.

I try to loop my arms through hers
but she flies and goes forever
making me feel like 
a mass of rocks after recent rainfall:
Oh, the pleasant petrichor persists!

My bygone days like
pale effervescent champagne
hiss on the flute of
my advancing years,
whispering with the
mesmerising bubbles!

Cliffs of Time

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

The leaves and I 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 a kaleidoscope of seasons!

Dead Moments

The day progresses
In an endless sequence
of dead moments:
The beauty of sunrise
no more a benediction,
the white splendour of moonshine
painting the world in silver,
slithers like silver snakes:
Life doesn't leap into my pulse,
your continual calls on the horizon!!
Horizon--an optical illusion,
The earth and the sky
pace separate dimensions!

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