IN OPULENCE OF THE INEFFABLE
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Soaring higher in the breeze
Making clouds your near,
The dearest kin I could ever imagine
With pain as the greatest pleasure.

Far beyond the firmament's heights
Dwells the Sweetheart pure,
The only delightful Land of Bliss
Where the Soul is without fear.

My feelings are fathomless deep within
The heart is overjoyed with cheer,
Such is the land I could ever imagine
Where eyes shed not sorrow's tear.

Dwell not, Dear in the seraphic Bliss
All alone in the untrod Ken of Alone,
Oblivious to the Tryst of the forgotten yore
Lost in the sublime solitude of days bygone.

The Heaven's whisper invade the lonely hours
The Call Beyond from the Kingdom of the Vast,
There You sit sovereign in Spring-spangled rapture
With passion and purity of the most melancholic heart.

The rarest moments spent on Earth
All now look remote and strange,
The precious precincts of the untrod ken
Now forsaken, desolate in their own mystic ways.

The sweet soft murmurs of the mountain brook
Tells tales of Infinity's endless Love,
The eternal Sunshine and the Moon-rapt marvel
Inspire the Spirit within to rise above.

Bliss is sacred, unierrupted Delight
No human mortal could ever
dare to tread,
Needs no rest, nor sleep, no night to alight
Death even fears to reach near the almost dead.

Words spoken in ether spread so fast
With no mortal ears to hear
The inner audience listens to it at first
Greets them with the utmost cheer.

There you rest in that invisible realm
With distant dreams cherished at heart,
The all-transcending limits of earthly ken
The life Divine blooming in a diviner Birth.

So, let me soar higher in the breeze
Oh Heaven's Flower!
Descend no more on Earth,.
The Heaven and Earth meet in the choicest compromise
To make us deathless in the deathless Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 3rd Jan 2020)