Oct 2020
THE DIVINE ROMANCE
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10thOctober 2020)
(Published in Speaking Tree Website of Times of India)
May I have to touch the dreary dreams of the distant Blue?
To make it mirth-wrapped with the magnificent soulful skyless hue
Away from the din and bustle world’s uproar I build my beatific desolate den,
In the seraphic splendour of the woodland heights in its solitary sylvan ken
The heavenly boughs play laughing in the mountain’s loving lap,
Wisdom’s sunrays bathe them in their sun-clad enlivened clasp;
The song of Creation’s beginning’s first symphony in my inner ears I do always hear,
I retire in my diamond reverie’s rapturous deep with no human ever to interfere.
My Soul’s sanguine yearnings to be expunged from the earthly limits,
Not to be bound by desires and to reach the Supreme’s boundless summit;
To that pure land of Bliss my Spirit forever longs to soar,
The perfection’s peerless prescience where exist neither friend nor foe.
Rain’s ravishing uninterrupted roar all around, lightning’s lonesome dance,
With no human traveler as my playmate I enjoy the all-transcending trance;
With thunder as my armour Oh! I love the amorous airy breeze,
The solemn whisper of my Sweetheart I listen to in the surrealist release!
I sit sovereign in my solitude’s untouched sublime heights,
The lone sailor of the somber dark of the journey’s dolorous night;
The titanic torpor all around but I sail peerless in the cosmic ocean vast,
Truth as the only trustworthy guide to march forward in the midst of the horrific holocaust.
The unseen tremolos tremble in the quiescent quivering breeze,
The wearisome weather welcomes me in my choicest empyrean compromise;
I fall fast asleep in my plunge into the deathless depth of the uninvadable realm,
In the summitless Vast of the unknowable, my eternal Beloved’s long-awaited ken.
The quiescent quagmire of the world’s ephemeral wanton warfare,
Has been denied access to the uncharted region of my privacy’s felicitous hour;
The cloistral poignancy rules my kingdom’s immeasurable vast,
No mundane mire and no human devils ever dare to cast the devilish glance.
In my unequalled leap into the lustrous heights in the star-spangled joyance,
My enraptured flight towards the unreachable height in its rapturous romance,
Memories leave little trace behind, life consecrated to the Absolute Whole,
No citadels to build, no walls to bind me in the unique Creation’s most magnificent role.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10thOctober 2020)
(Published in Speaking Tree Website of Times of India)
May I have to touch the dreary dreams of the distant Blue?
To make it mirth-wrapped with the magnificent soulful skyless hue
Away from the din and bustle world’s uproar I build my beatific desolate den,
In the seraphic splendour of the woodland heights in its solitary sylvan ken
The heavenly boughs play laughing in the mountain’s loving lap,
Wisdom’s sunrays bathe them in their sun-clad enlivened clasp;
The song of Creation’s beginning’s first symphony in my inner ears I do always hear,
I retire in my diamond reverie’s rapturous deep with no human ever to interfere.
My Soul’s sanguine yearnings to be expunged from the earthly limits,
Not to be bound by desires and to reach the Supreme’s boundless summit;
To that pure land of Bliss my Spirit forever longs to soar,
The perfection’s peerless prescience where exist neither friend nor foe.
Rain’s ravishing uninterrupted roar all around, lightning’s lonesome dance,
With no human traveler as my playmate I enjoy the all-transcending trance;
With thunder as my armour Oh! I love the amorous airy breeze,
The solemn whisper of my Sweetheart I listen to in the surrealist release!
I sit sovereign in my solitude’s untouched sublime heights,
The lone sailor of the somber dark of the journey’s dolorous night;
The titanic torpor all around but I sail peerless in the cosmic ocean vast,
Truth as the only trustworthy guide to march forward in the midst of the horrific holocaust.
The unseen tremolos tremble in the quiescent quivering breeze,
The wearisome weather welcomes me in my choicest empyrean compromise;
I fall fast asleep in my plunge into the deathless depth of the uninvadable realm,
In the summitless Vast of the unknowable, my eternal Beloved’s long-awaited ken.
The quiescent quagmire of the world’s ephemeral wanton warfare,
Has been denied access to the uncharted region of my privacy’s felicitous hour;
The cloistral poignancy rules my kingdom’s immeasurable vast,
No mundane mire and no human devils ever dare to cast the devilish glance.
In my unequalled leap into the lustrous heights in the star-spangled joyance,
My enraptured flight towards the unreachable height in its rapturous romance,
Memories leave little trace behind, life consecrated to the Absolute Whole,
No citadels to build, no walls to bind me in the unique Creation’s most magnificent role.
