FLIGHT FOR THE UNKNOWN
You are my Little Prince,
The Rose of my heart;
The blossom of my desire-
In the surrealist Vast.
An epilogue to my
unfinished Art.
You are the elixir of life
In desert longing of soul
in despair,
Life toils hard
Goal recedes far
And hope meets despair-
In an endless quest
To reach higher
Much above
All mortal longings of
sky and earth.
You are the nectar of
fulfilment,
The sole purpose of
living,
The sojourn of Bliss
In the infinite
Supreme.
You are pure and
sublime.
In each of my
yearnings,
I seek to merge in
Thee,
Till the 'I' in me
loses identity-
And makes me free
In the greatest Unity
Of the One Liberty.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri, Odisha)
23.01.2019
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
FLIGHT FOR THE UNKNOWN
You are my Little Prince,
The Rose of my heart;
The blossom of my desire-
In the surrealist Vast.
An epilogue to my
unfinished Art.
You are the elixir of life
In desert longing of soul
in despair,
Life toils hard
Goal recedes far
And hope meets despair-
In an endless quest
To reach higher
Much above
All mortal longings of
sky and earth.
You are the nectar of
fulfilment,
The sole purpose of
living,
The sojourn of Bliss
In the infinite
Supreme.
You are pure and
sublime.
In each of my
yearnings,
I seek to merge in
Thee,
Till the 'I' in me
loses identity-
And makes me free
In the greatest Unity
Of the One Liberty.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri, Odisha)
23.01.2019