THE SUBTLE TOUCH
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Just when the sky showers
Its invisible Mirth
In disquiet hours;
The carnival of splendour
Enamours the untouched Vast
The dark clouds dawn upon Earth.
Thunders play trumpet
In lightening's brightest brilliance;
And I sit in mind's labyrinth
Peopled by a distant precinct's
Gestures and surmise
Lurking behind a prognostic Birth.
Eyes looking through an eyeless muse,
The Celestial Carol casting its amazing hues,
The Golden Bridge joins the present to the past:
Earth's intercession with Eternity for the prodigious Birth.

All reluctant reveries of the vagrant loiterer,
The Bacchic delight of the mundane roisterer,
The forgotten revelry of the forsaken wassailler,
The day's disharmony of disdain and discordance
Soon lose semblance
In Supreme's magnificent Act.

The One Touch intangible vibrant in the ether,
With Spring's resplendence
The longings of the Seeker,
The aureate fragrance from the Bliss-clad Rapture
Alight upon Earth.
To make the One Touch vibrant
With a Mystic significance.
The Subtle Touch
Alive in sleep's sleepless Vast.
The ceaseless murmuring downpour
Makes the mortal:
The New Sailor enlightened
For journey to the shoreless Shore
The Novel Artist in Infinity's Art.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar, 20th August, 2019)