Dec 2019
THE ROSE OF MY HEART
There blossoms the rose
In the far off land of Bliss,
In Dawn-dewy petals
United with Earth's vernal kiss;
The silent sobbing sky -
At the plight of the Brown,
The grey clouds serving as a long beautiful gown;
The fiery rays of the Golden Sun
Plays hide and seek,
The earth is half-awakened and half-asleep
In her soft satisfying moan,
The sought-after nectar in the celestial morn,
Is dripping slow,
Like drops of sweat in a new bride's brow
To make her beauty glow
In her ****** visage.
Oh distant Rose!
The Angel of my heart!
Bloom with your bewitching smile,
Do rest awhile;
Soothe my heart with the inmost Delight,
Love at first sight,
In my Soul's soaring height.
Never possessive,
Sit sovereign in your Rapture's -
Kingdom native.
Well-assrrtive-
Of your expression sublime
Undemanding!
Fragrance pleasing
The inherent spirit of giving
Never expecting!
Oh Blossom of the Far!
The Rose of my heart!
Never to part
Still we are apart.
Your flitting glances
Not to cast
Over Brown's dust and dirt.
Not meant to be plucked and
cast aside,
Your smiles hardly to hide,
The blush of the Blue to -
make you enlivened and vast.
The Rose of my Heart!
Your gesture condescending
The Supreme's Law-abiding!
You grieve not for ever-giving!
Bloom! Oh Beauty of invisible mirth!
For every aggrieved heart.
Smile - Zephyr's worth
Where Nymphs sing and Seraphs dance
In the enraptured domain of the Divine romance -
The mortal loses semblance!
Oh Blossom of Love!
Of the beatific realm of the Vast!
In the elixir of love with utmost care
You are kept apart
From the mundane heart.
The Supreme Godhead's rarest Artefact!
All around heard the whisper of the
unceasing rain
Keeps me awake in my Spirit's gain;
In the new awakening
Foretells a joyous offering
Of the long forgotten tales of immaculate love:
Gifts from above.
In life's journey's ascendance
To reach Eternity, the all-Transcedant!
The Rose of Love!
The real sojourn of my Heart!
Do not part!
Make me forever asleep
In your sweet soft clasp,
The Divine Muse lisped by
your divine lips in the Immortal Grasp.
(Bijou Das, Anand Utsav Ashram Haridwar. 12.08 am 14.06.2019)
There blossoms the rose
In the far off land of Bliss,
In Dawn-dewy petals
United with Earth's vernal kiss;
The silent sobbing sky -
At the plight of the Brown,
The grey clouds serving as a long beautiful gown;
The fiery rays of the Golden Sun
Plays hide and seek,
The earth is half-awakened and half-asleep
In her soft satisfying moan,
The sought-after nectar in the celestial morn,
Is dripping slow,
Like drops of sweat in a new bride's brow
To make her beauty glow
In her ****** visage.
Oh distant Rose!
The Angel of my heart!
Bloom with your bewitching smile,
Do rest awhile;
Soothe my heart with the inmost Delight,
Love at first sight,
In my Soul's soaring height.
Never possessive,
Sit sovereign in your Rapture's -
Kingdom native.
Well-assrrtive-
Of your expression sublime
Undemanding!
Fragrance pleasing
The inherent spirit of giving
Never expecting!
Oh Blossom of the Far!
The Rose of my heart!
Never to part
Still we are apart.
Your flitting glances
Not to cast
Over Brown's dust and dirt.
Not meant to be plucked and
cast aside,
Your smiles hardly to hide,
The blush of the Blue to -
make you enlivened and vast.
The Rose of my Heart!
Your gesture condescending
The Supreme's Law-abiding!
You grieve not for ever-giving!
Bloom! Oh Beauty of invisible mirth!
For every aggrieved heart.
Smile - Zephyr's worth
Where Nymphs sing and Seraphs dance
In the enraptured domain of the Divine romance -
The mortal loses semblance!
Oh Blossom of Love!
Of the beatific realm of the Vast!
In the elixir of love with utmost care
You are kept apart
From the mundane heart.
The Supreme Godhead's rarest Artefact!
All around heard the whisper of the
unceasing rain
Keeps me awake in my Spirit's gain;
In the new awakening
Foretells a joyous offering
Of the long forgotten tales of immaculate love:
Gifts from above.
In life's journey's ascendance
To reach Eternity, the all-Transcedant!
The Rose of Love!
The real sojourn of my Heart!
Do not part!
Make me forever asleep
In your sweet soft clasp,
The Divine Muse lisped by
your divine lips in the Immortal Grasp.
(Bijou Das, Anand Utsav Ashram Haridwar. 12.08 am 14.06.2019)
