FANCY'S FLIGHT
I longed to soar higher in the argent air
In the midst of the aureate hue,
Vernal promises ever cherished deep
To reach Heaven's resplendent hue.

The dolorous life of the nether dark
The mud and mire where now I dwell,
It is not the meed of my Soul
Forgotten and cast away life's past tale.

Now I revel in the puissant heights
Mystifying merged in azure wealth,
Gives not entry to mortal longings,
Only at our Ego's transcendence.

The austere eyes of Earth speak no more of Divine Delight,
Nor it cradles any brighter dreams;
Sad, gloomy and ever perplexed
Tied to knots of pettier things.

The sylvan solitude I've made my sojourn
In the exalted Bliss of the blue,
Estraged from thoroughfares of mortal ken
To reach the immaculate golden hue.

I now wade through the thorny beds
To reach the glory of Eternal Truth,
Sits alone and shines the brightest
When earthly riches get lost in Falsehood.

I've dreamt of a distant woodland
Lurks behind the curtain far away,
There I've made the beautiful Palace on Time's sand
To give shelter to my Soul on the way.

My thoughts are plagued with myriad dreams,
My Spirit forever glee,
Freedom at the cost of freedom of the Self
A fortuitous living in the Absolute free.

I've left behind life's silent hush
Followed by turbulence and tide,
I've warred against frivolous thoughts
To ascend the height and cast aside -

Life's gain and multitude pain,
To dive into the Mystery's ocean deep,
Lastly to wake up my ever-loving Divine Kin
Who is in the measureless depth asleep.

To make my Journey a complete whole,
I long to soar higher and higher to reach the Supreme as my Goal.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 12 June 2019, 12.45 am)