THE SOLACE OF THE VAST

(Bijoylakshmi Das, 23rd April, 2020)

I have long lost the “I” in me in quest of the YOU in all,
The night’s caravan of delight seeks the dawn’s solacing soul.

The heaven’s homage to the Earth in the honoured humility of its showers,
The Bliss of the unknown kingdom heralds after toilsome hours.

The silence of the woodland vast sends message serene and sublime,
The Earth is tired of the noise – the apocalypse is on the climb.

The unheard rhymes reverberate in the air
Vibrant with rapture-rapt mirth,
Creation is in the making
After an epoch-making holocaust.

The new life bubbles out
Of the tempest’s turbulent uproar,
The firmament opens her freedom
The Brown bares its door.

The mystic flame burns deep within
To meet the Clarion Call,
The radiance of the rainbow-clad splendour
Tears apart Darkness’ door.

All is calm, sublime in the depth of Being,
The surface is just a mirror,
Images evanescent dance to and fro
To be extinct in the self-made horror.

The World drama is played on the stage
The curtain is left to be pulled apart –
By the One Supreme sitting above
Your role is over, be ready to depart.

Just the slightest tilt of the Earth
Could bring end to your demonic play,
Sorrows and sighs of the Soil
Will bid you soon your worthy farewell.

Oh Man! Awake and arise,
Come back to the true nature of your Soul;
You are not here to live for eternity
You are in illusion in oblivion of your human goal.

The Earth is a beautiful paradise
For Truth and Life Divine to lead us all,
It is not your Devils’ resort
To act as you like, that’s not your goal.

Time’s sword is hung over your head
Can any moment sever off all evil endeavour,
Oh Man-Monster! You are destined to your doom
How long the Supreme can endure?

The Creation is going to evolve,
Be certain and sure,
With a few choicest souls it will reach the summit of the Divine Goal.