IN MOMENTS OF TWILIGHT MIRTH
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 9th November 2019)
Just when the twilight touch of the golden tears of the sky –
Meets the broad breast of the Earth, in rapture-rapt kiss of the heavenly mirth,
The unsung poetry of aeons finds release in Eternity’s page
In an ecclesiastical Birth –
With azure splendour
And Beauty’s immensity vast.
Breath is broadened,
Life gets re-enlivened,
Sighs and sorrows meet death in a forgotten past;
The seven hues of the rain-rapt rainbow
Paints on Heaven’s canvass,
The miraculous amazing Art.
The Godhead above
Plays beautiful notes of immortal Love
In Divine Lyre –
Accompanied by Flute-clad ecstasy
Of an angelic empire,
To unravel the New Birth
That descends upon the youthful Earth,
Forever vibrant –
With rhapsody’s romantic clasp
The quickening hours of Harmony’s blissful hush
Unveils Silence’ mask.
The Delight inalienable invades Earth.
Bids adieu to all woeful past –
Of Brown’s sorrow, hunger and greed.
The vain onslaught
Cries futile for insatiable need:
The Quest of the Soil to seed the
Sacred fertile Birth,
Ever alive upon Earth.
The rapacious exuberance
Enhances its advance,
With rain-moist clouds
Fetched from distant lands;
Alien to the mortal heart.
Lots of surrealist poems are writ on the fathomless Vast.
The Light of Love and Truth
Is naked, pure and stark;
Kills Demon dark.
The twilight touch of the tear-moist toils of the Sky!
Do alight upon Earth!
(28th September 2019)