This heaviness, a stone in the chest,
a brooding passion flower,
fully at bloom, at moonlit night-
emits the distinct scent
of the tormentor of my heart,
an intoxicating accent it exudes--
which cages my mind.
Lust is its subtext.

Lungs are bottled up
with a mix of her pheromones,
signature perfume and the musky
scent of her sweat,
If a girl, with that intensity
gets in to the system, mixes in blood,
it's excruciating pain, is a bane,
and an insane ecstatic bliss, same time!
This isn't animal instinct, I know,
didn't she bare her mind though on the sly,
in words that has many facets, like a diamond?

No, still not sure, feels like an idiot,
(Wasn't she quite an artist,
playing with my heart?
But I am totally her's, can't help it,
from those moments,
which refuses to leave me in peace)

A longing that won't
let me take her off
from  my mind's GPS.
Oh! now, shut both eyes and imagine
her undress in slow moves,
her lush, chiselled form, sends me
waves of fragance,
I am on the verge of collapse...

Then-
suddenly the phone rings,
she complains
a heaviness of heart,
***** thoughts that-
refuse to go to sleep.
"What would you do for this?"
she  anxiously whispers,
"Hey, you are the only doctor,
I can lay my hands on,
to keep this malady at bay,
I badly need you near here,
**Is it true?
Am I falling in love with you?"

Sky so blue.
Sun shining through.
Such a nice warm day.
In my head I hear this
beautiful song play.
Winter is almost gone.
Spring is where I long.
Such colorful flowers
and trees filled with
green leaves.
The first day you sit outside
drinking a cup of tea.
The sun warming your
smiling face.
Take a deep breath
and you will taste.
The fragance of sweet flowers
and fresh grass so delightful.
Birds singing so cheerful.
All the beauty that nature brings.
Can't wait to feel that first
day of spring.

this morning there was fog over my eyes
and every time i looked to the left or to the right
the clouds would be pushed to the sides of my eyes for a bit
and there was a light pulse behind my temples but my head did not hurt
it was more of a confusion that was lingering
and oh god i just lost my train of thought
there is a teacher here and i should be listening
but i always tend to write during this class
my handwriting won't be able to be read by anyone else
i hope that i can read this later on
my teacher is trying to read this over my shoulder while she talks
and i should probably feel bad about it but i don't
there are a lot of things that i should do
this is my first step towards invincibility
without feelings i don't need, i can do anything
and this is a fairly average writing style but
i am trying not to care, i don't really care
there was something i was going to write
but i keep forgetting what i was going to say
there is the fragance of cologne masking the stench of substance
and it is greatly distracting me
from the distractions that i have set in place for myself
i don't need the help i thought i did

We were happy
In an ordinary day.

In this city,
Who knew,
The splendor of your eyes.

We were happy,
In our hands,
Any one together,
While I was driving,
And I don't remember
Where we went or were.


We were happy,
In the courage
You gave to me,
As loving you
I found myself.

We were happy,
Living in the lives of each one,
long time ago.

We were happy,
In an ordinary day,
Perfumed ,
By the softness,
Fragance of the love.

THE RECONCILED VAST
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 29th Jan 2020)
Music of the Vast
Is music of your mind,
Listen to it first
In the enlivened morning,
The silence transcending
Unique of its kind!
Bliss of the rapture
Reigns over the breeze,
Awakens the brook
Tells it to rise,
The little ripples reveal a lot  -
Above human levels and their sordid thought;
There float the higher happenings and greater surmise -
Just tarry a little
Merge deep into your Soul,
You will reach Infinity:
Your invisible Goal.
The air you breathe around
Is flavoured with fragance
Of the effulgent Felicity of the Divine Romance ;
The One universal Breath -
Where all is One,.
On the Infinite strech
No one is alone.

Vast is the Ocean,
Vast is the Blue -
The oracular Opulence is His Celesty's hue;
Vast is His Kingdom
Of an ineffable Mirth,
To make life on Earth living worth.
His beatific plenitude rules over the Earth
To ennoble Man in an enlivened Birth.
All that is turmoil
Wants to rise,
With delirium of despair
And its countless lies
Of false hope and promise
Of the nescient birth,
That sleeps in stupor
In an inertial lap.
Only at the surface
Will certainly cease,
The Sphinx of the aeon
Is going to rise,
All that is imperfect,
All that is impure,
All discordant notes
Never chosen by the Immortal Dear.
Grievings of your heart
Do cast aside,
Look within the surrealist Vast
That wants to rise
Out of the doldrums of inconscient sigh
The sleeping Humanity in ignorance high!!!
Look ahead to the invisible Wisdom's flight
With aureate wings and azure light,
To the Land of Immensitude
In Intuition's insight.
Merge deep within,
You are an immortal Whole
You are the shoeless Ocean
And its sandless Shore.
You are its indivisible part -
Of Symphony of the ageless yore.
The One Rhythm
That makes World unite,
Love's enraptured Ecstasy
In an enlightening height,.
The One Glance above
Is Rhapsody recondite.
Takes you far in the ascending flight.
Live deep within
The Godhead dwells in you,
Do live in the World
But let the World not live in you.
All Poetry fails
Before the One Sublime,
Which Nature writes in her unending Rhyme,
The scintillating effulgence
Of Her unsullied Bliss,
The Divine rapture
In Her unseen Kiss -
May enliven you  and
Make you pure in heart,
Then only you become Man
My Dear!
A successful participant -
In the immortal display
Of the Infinity's Act.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 29th Jan 2020, Puri, 06.00 hours)