THE TRYST OF THE SOUL
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
I room a sylvan rest to retire
With unknown splendour of an uninvadable Bliss,
In memory's locked archives of the Golden Empire
I meet my Beloved in His enraptured kiss.

My thirst for the Limitless since time immemorial,
Slain all desires of the mortal realm,
I make my momentous Tryst with the invisible Self -
In its unending flights to the untrod Ken.

The rain-moist forest and the storm-stressed journey
Have filled my spirit with moon-clad ecstasy,
The brilliant sun rays have swayed to and fro -
Never went out of my visionary fancy.

My heart has stopped its beats in the upsurge of an immaculate joy
Thoughts merged into a seamless Vast,
I have made rendezvous with the unseen Envoy:
The eternal Soul-mate of the forgotten past.

The sleeping Beauty open her eyes
In the sweetest whisper and the softest muse,
I get enlivened with myriad mirth
To reign Supreme in Spirit's inmost recluse.

I have made adventure into the Mystic heights -
Forbidden to any human habitat,
With Elysian treasures and El Dorado's marvels
The Divine sits alone in the amazing Vast.

I am the Monarch of Sovereign Solitude
I travel on the shoreless sand of the immeasurable Sea,
Time turns timeless in Infinity's gratitude
Space loses limits in the limitless Blithe.

So, my only abode is the seclusion Sylvan
Sky-spangled miracles watched by the Godhead above,
I am the King of Beatitude, I sing alone -
In the immortal territory the Song of Eternal Love.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 08.07.2019)