THE SUBLIME TOUCH (Bijoylakshmi Das, 10th Feb 2020) Though you are far away, My Immortal Dear! In the unreachable heights of the firmament above, In Certitude’s Kingdom of the beatific Beatitude; I offer at your golden footprints left on Earth – “Gratitude in Solemnity: My rarest Blossoms of Divine Love”.
Heaven’s Glory adores your abode in abundance The deathless Delight kisses your forlorn heart, The voiceless Voice’ sweet soft muse Makes your recluse resplendent in Joy’s radiance.
The message I send you enveloped by rain-moist clouds Of the highest rapture of the untold ecstasy, The emerald memoires of the earthly sojourn Ordained with mind’s magnificent phantasy.
The brightening brilliance of your blooming visage Enlivened with celestial enrapturing hue, The sweetening fragrance I’m now wrapped around Of the mystic presence, Oh! That is You.
The silent solitude: the only cherished dream Of your infancy’s longings of the melancholic heart, Away from the world and its endless torpor To build the hermitage in the sacrosanct Vast.
The brooding Eve’s beautiful rhapsody’s chapter Repeat its cadences of the unending mirth, The Sunlit splendours of the forgotten reverie Often inspires me to rise to the Vast.
The oceanic depth of calm dwells deep within me Only at the surface do waves play uproar, The measureless stretch of the Time’s endless expanse Takes me back to the timeless yore.
I rejoice in the golden reminiscences Of the gladdening moments’ pleasant gifts, I try to feel your invisible presence In priceless precincts of the sublime Bliss.
There you sit on unreachable heights Much above the body, mind and spirit, You are in union with the Supreme Beloved Merged deep into His rainbow-rapt kiss.
The graceful gestures of the woodland far The tireless trekking of the mountain vast, Which once made us live together In the inmost recess of two joyous hearts.
The body-less infinite, the mindless region I’m no more captive to the Spirit in me, The drops of nectar drip from the Immortal’s sky Make us forever live in limitless blithe.
Oh Dear! Oh My ever-loving Dear! Roam forever in the Garden of Rapture free, Though you are far away in your Elysian paradise, As Godhead’s Kin do dwell in me. ………………………………………………………………………