THE UNIQUE OXYMORON
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 30th May 2020)
With endless stretches of the blue above,
All around the limitless vast of the sea;
Oh Dear! You have made solitude your absolute kingdom
In Soul’s sublime freedom free.

Alone, all alone in Moon-moist rapture clad,
And ravishing Rhapsody of the starry mirth;
The sweet kisses cypher blush in the Blue
The Creation seems to be joyful, living worth.

The ceaseless symphony that stirs the World
The museless melody brings elixir to life,
The whole universe is just one single string of Love
Tied in beads of compassion infinite.

There lies no more the difference between YOU and ME
All compact in One single beautiful harmony;
Love’s immensitude flows from Heaven to Earth
The Brown’s Beauty bares her ***** to the Sea.

The illusory illusion that you see around
The notes discordant hinders your freedom’s liberty,
And you have misplayed enough in the Divine Playground
Now let nature clear dirt from your Destiny.

Creation belongs to all, but your illegitimate will –
To make the rest serve to your ****** whim,
Why are you crying now, my dear Man-monster!
”As you sow, so you reap”: the unique Oxymoron’s unceasing Rhyme?

Be aloof, sit sovereign in Soul’s lone empire
Ever uninvadable, where Love guards as sentinel,
There the Spring-Blossoms wither not
The Empyrean Damsel welcomes you her door to dwell.

Take care! Nature is to ****** her legitimate rights
Sooner or later, your devilish hands could no more hold;
Your grip is brittle, bones are shattered
You have made it yourself in the vilest endeavour.

The nightmare is your own making,
The colossal waste of life and energy,
You have always been the blood-thirst Vampire,
Now be ready to visit your worthwhile destiny.

Back to Nature: the earnest Appeal,
Back to Creation’s legitimate Whole;
You are a mere speck of dust in the Vast
Hence, in the Vast Nature do not interfere.
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THE LISPING LIPS OF LOVE
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 30th May 2020)
There is an endless ecstasy,
The immortal opens its door of Eternity;
Its divine solicitude -
Implores me to merge into Bliss’ infinity.
The exalted euphoria of Heaven’s elixir,
The rainbow-rapt mirth in the distant Zephyr,
The call of the Unknown from the long-lost Felicity,
The new revelation of the fortuitous identity,
The silent killing of the self-esteemed ‘I’ in me.
There you sit alone and rule sovereign,
The Monarch of the solemn solitude’s King.
With azure mirth all around,
Creation is the most beautiful play ground;
The vibrating mellifluous notes
Which in the argent air float.
It seems as if Infinity is imprisoned in the
Finite human being.
Full of Compassion and all the best.
The moment’s most momentous touch –
From the land of the Sublime,
Sings songs of celestial rhyme.
The all-pervading Vast adores Thee,
In your pure and sacred spirit free;
Blossoms from the Kingdom of Beatitude
Make life anew,
With innumerable hue;
To roam in the freedom of Soul:
The choicest destiny man could ever behold.
The soft whisper in your breath
Which Creation breathes into every life’s depth,
To make it afresh
The mortal living,
But epoch-making;
But not for vain frolicking!
Though we seem to belong to the World
And take it as our own,
The World never belongs to you,
You are the Absolute, all alone.
You aspire for enlivenment
Which always will renew -
Midst innumerable hue.
The New World Order is only for the choicest few,
Not for the idle, not for Man-monster;
The One Will of the Supreme Master!
It is not for any playful pastime,
Oblivious of the unique exemplary Rhyme.
For, each life counts
In the eyes of the Sublime.
Do rejoice
In the unseen Grace
Only in caring and sharing.
All are tiny specks of pollen
Dropped from starry golden Blossoms of -
The flawless firmament divine.
Sweet are thy notes,
Sweet is the Symphony;
Sweet are your moon-clad rapture,
Soft is the Rhapsody.
Let the little “I” in me
Forever merge into the limitless Vast in Thee,
In the most magnificent majestic Harmony.
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THE SOLACE OF THE VAST

(Bijoylakshmi Das, 23rd April, 2020)

I have long lost the “I” in me in quest of the YOU in all,
The night’s caravan of delight seeks the dawn’s solacing soul.

The heaven’s homage to the Earth in the honoured humility of its showers,
The Bliss of the unknown kingdom heralds after toilsome hours.

The silence of the woodland vast sends message serene and sublime,
The Earth is tired of the noise – the apocalypse is on the climb.

The unheard rhymes reverberate in the air
Vibrant with rapture-rapt mirth,
Creation is in the making
After an epoch-making holocaust.

The new life bubbles out
Of the tempest’s turbulent uproar,
The firmament opens her freedom
The Brown bares its door.

The mystic flame burns deep within
To meet the Clarion Call,
The radiance of the rainbow-clad splendour
Tears apart Darkness’ door.

All is calm, sublime in the depth of Being,
The surface is just a mirror,
Images evanescent dance to and fro
To be extinct in the self-made horror.

The World drama is played on the stage
The curtain is left to be pulled apart –
By the One Supreme sitting above
Your role is over, be ready to depart.

Just the slightest tilt of the Earth
Could bring end to your demonic play,
Sorrows and sighs of the Soil
Will bid you soon your worthy farewell.

Oh Man! Awake and arise,
Come back to the true nature of your Soul;
You are not here to live for eternity
You are in illusion in oblivion of your human goal.

The Earth is a beautiful paradise
For Truth and Life Divine to lead us all,
It is not your Devils’ resort
To act as you like, that’s not your goal.

Time’s sword is hung over your head
Can any moment sever off all evil endeavour,
Oh Man-Monster! You are destined to your doom
How long the Supreme can endure?

The Creation is going to evolve,
Be certain and sure,
With a few choicest souls it will reach the summit of the Divine Goal.

THE UNIQUE CHALLENGE
( Bijoylakshmi Das, 24th April 2020)
With wings of the wind and joys of the Zephyr,
I cradle in my breast Earth’s earnest appeal.
Felicity’s fairest welcome with all heavenly exuberance,
Heralds the unique unforgettable: the New Creation’s divine romance.
The Birth of the Kingdom of Bliss with beautiful blossoms from Paradise,
Ushers into momentous moments
Of Elixir’s golden sunrise.
The blessedness of the beatitude; The Creation is so vast,
Just a speck of dust: The surface turmoil’s holocaust!
The epoch-making apocalypse
Enhances the great earthquake move,
For the world unknown
And its immeasurable surrealist Love.
Even the tiniest amoeba
Cradles the most significant birth,
With righteous revels of life living-worth.

There is life in the air,
There is a higher life in the sea,
The greatest is the life in the woodland green
In Soul’s absolute Freedom free.
Freedom is your birthright,
Freedom is your mirth,
Cherish the freedom within in Creation’s amazing Vast.
There’s lightening in the Blue,
Melody in the breeze,
The far mountain heights
Reveal the rarest surprise.
Do care no further
For worms of mud and mire,
You are the brightest spark of the invisible Mystic Fire.
Rejoice in rapture,
Merge into its Bliss,
You are the new born infant nourished by Nature’s loveliest kiss.
You are the most invincible
Fathered by Truth sublime,
You are the lost cadence of Certitude’s eternal rhyme.
The One sits above
Rules the Creation vast,
Man’s sordid design soon to fall apart.
Truth rules the Universe,
Truth reigns over the Vast,
Be a part of the Truth,
You will never fall apart.

THE SONG OF THE SOUL

(Bijoylakshmi Das, 14th April 2020)

The Light I feel within, the Lotus I vision in the eyes of Thee,

The sweet kisses of the rose of my heart in the distant zephyr free.

I now long to dive deep into the depth of my inmost Blithe,

For, I was born in Bliss and I must return to the Immaculate Wealth of the YOU in ME.

All that is around is just like the heap of garbage of the stagnant pond,

Soon it will end in its deadliest doom with no one even to look beyond;

Look, hearken to the Call of the Flute that floats in the argent air,

The Love of the Eternal Beloved and His clinging clasp of the Divine flair.

The Harmony is in full swing upon Earth with the deathless Symphony of the distant woodland green,

The Call of the Beyond , the sweet kisses of the Supreme Sweetheart, invisible and unseen;

The unfading blush in the Blue at the blessed touch of the blossoming breeze,

All is marvel, all is wonder, the unmixed Delight of Heaven’s choicest surprise!

The Divine Hour is just for a few chosen awakened Souls,

Make life upon Earth worthwhile, do surrender with Supreme as your unique Goal;

Just with a tiny droplet you think as if the Godhead is showered at your feet,

The boundless Infinite is rich in His Bounty; you are in great deceit!

Be a part of the limitless Love, pure, profound full of Elixir’s lore,

Feel yourself as the smallest speck of dust in infinite Ocean’s shoreless shore.

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THE SUPREME CHALLENGE
(By Bijoylakshmi Das, 15th April 2020)
Oh Eternal Flame! I adore Thee: the Soul of my Being,
The beautiful blossoming Earth all around –
Man in the making!
The Maenad delight just on the surface of all Dionysian pleasure,
Look beyond the horizon; all burnt to ashes: the deadliest Demonic endeavour.
The blissful breeze murmurs lullaby to the sleeping fatigued Earth,
The latter was meant for Bliss, Peace and Love living worth.
The Sun sets for the Human monster to be devoured soon in jaws of Time,
Time waits for none, your time is up – enough bloodshed, enough of crime;
The sublime hour ahead, perfection’s postern appeal lingers behind the Darkness’ veil,
Oh Man! Try to be humane, you have done enough with your self-doomed hell.
Your Spirit’s forsaken sobs for the long-sought forgotten height,
All is lost, buried in Abyss your frustrate delight.
The Nature is in full bloom with no man-cannibal to interfere,
Your missiles and torpedoes will be lost in perdition, do always remember.
The earnest appeal of Earth is attended by Heaven, you are stone-deaf to hear,
For, your Death Knell is ringing loud; all evil designs to be torn asunder;
Life is evanescent, you are not here for Eternity – do remember,
Your mundane apparel though most dear and near –
To the Divine which rules from above and keeps track of   actions’ every record,
Be a part of the world Drama: the Apolcalyptic paradise which is just for a few days more!
Choose your cherished option “Truth or Abyss”- the inviolable Supreme Order,
Light the Flame within, be only the witness to be guided by the Commandment of your Soul.
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