IS IT YOU, MY DEAR?
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10th March 2020)
There is colour in the air, colour in the Blue;
Is it you Dear supreme playing with the hue?

The Flute from the far invisible Land of Bliss,
The notes mellifluous and the ecstatic kiss!

Maddens man in love with the unseen ecstasy,
The colours and the shadfes are the ****** Beauty.

The scintillating splendour of the sky
In night’s darkness’ depth,
The One Hope enlivening
In mortal human’s breast.

Felicity unfastened in finite hours
To reach the Infinite far away,
To dwell as Immortal’s comrade
In this unfazed world stir’s play.

Symphony in Solitude profound
Music vibrant in the morn-moist Earth,
Nature is the ceaseless Poetry
Of elixir’s boundless mirth.

All is rhyme, all is rhythm,
Where the Absolute’s footsteps tread,
All is rapture, all is rhapsody,
On the vernal Creation’s bed.

The Call of the Unknown –
From the distant woodland vast,
The Tryst with the Supreme
Will no more keep us apart.

The shiummering lights in the horizon
Guides the Soul in the dark,
However long and arduous
The journey difficult and stark.

To dwell in the certitude
In the kingdom of fortitude fast,
The fidelity never forsaken
In the tireless trekking vast.

Deeo in the mountain gorge
Humble in the rivulet’s roar,
The immensitude of Joy profound
Is unlocked in Nature’s door.

Do revere its appeal,
Do welcome in heart,
Keep aside your desires futile
To greet the Supreme vast.

There only you will find Beauty
In each and every breath-
Of the universe alive,
Vibrant along its large outstretch.

You are one with Bliss profound
In Bliss you were born,
Your living is in Bliss’ profundity
To Bliss you must return.
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