A man is only half of what he is; always leaning towards the dim
Lacking a flouted need which whorls in the mute within him
A man bigots an ideal and will lark it away at the hold of his routed pith
A smile is not worthwhile if the smile does not have anything to receive or to give

A man is skyless; bound to his back with his dreams fixed on a rapture
He gorges upon tasteless feasts gasping for that sup he hungers to recapture
He does not know nor recall the times that did once befall
Of the lossless suffers and how they ever meant anything at all

He will become the most that he can ever endeavour
Be the creature he needs to be and whichever
Way it may engross him and how it moulds or claims him
It will be still him but leaning not so far in the dim

He would be a whole man who would give himself wholly
Who would be more and only more to her and her solely
His full heart would be tendered for it would not be his own
If it was still partial of the heart that had since budded and grown

A man would be raised and the sky would be without border
A bliss amid clouds where the undiscerning muddle finds order
There would be a sense to the road an approach to the wander
A reason for all a kiss a need to ponder no longer

There would be such rise in his depth and a contest behind bit teeth
To fight for the purposed kiss to hold her and keep her from grief
To offer her all embrace not too tense and not too slack
For her to breathe is to breathe; now half new he would never give it back

To be back upon his back with eyes busy to the sky
His bones broken as her feet glide indifferently by
Over his stare among cloud where she impelled his descent
He’d lay fallen and broken beaten and bent

If Half a man became whole does a whole man not become naught?
If he fights for a dearest never afore dreamt dream then what is left to be fought?
Was it his minds misgivings that would lead to such a trite giving reliving to doubt?
That surfaced more than he knew; the intended whisper instead a floundering shout?

Would it have been his heart that threw him from his felicity?
Could his relish overwhelm and mutate into potent toxicity?
Could it be fact that without thought nor without tact he impelled her?
Either overthought or over loved he would have fallen the hardest and he would not rise
No he would not rise anymore

If there ever was such a man and ever such a she
He would have her for as long as that may be
Her greatest gift is after saying all this to you
Is that after knowing all that you could you would feel the same way too.

There's a nebulla in the sky
I named to homage our neighbor.
There's a constellation in your eye.
And I never knew I could love without hesitation,
Or temptation from another to ever leave your side.

It's been a beautiful day,
A walk through the skyless skies,
Like a dream of you slowly floating by.
Now I believe,
I'm sure that we can make it,
By and by.
It's been a beautiful day,
And now it's gonna be a wonderful night.

The Suductress is tamed.
The Prince has settled her down.
The Queen has matched
Her gown to the Royal Crown.
The crimes have been pardoned,
So families can re-unite
(Moon and Sky)
It's been a beautiful day,
And now it's gonna be a wonderful night.

It's been a beautiful day,
A walk through the skyless skies,
Like a dream of you slowly floating by.
Now I believe.
I'm sure that we can make it,
By and By.
It's been a beautiful day,
And now it's gonna be a wonderful night.

I'm so glad
That you're going to let me hold you.
(One more time)
In my arms
I'll craddle you as we sigh.
Now I believe.
I'm sure that we can make it, by and by.
It's been a beautiful day,
And now it's gonna be a wonderful night.

I'm floating in amnesia
I can't remember
the last time I took a breath.
I'm emptying my eyes
through these tears,
until they're hollow —
so hollow that you wouldn't know
that vacancy could ever feel so full;
so full of emptiness.
This ever growing mayhem
cannot be contained
within my brittle body.
My scars might break open
the next moment.
I'm not very sure if I know
where they came from.
I know I'm afraid —
I'm so afraid of letting them see
the void I carry within.
I can't let them see
that my lungs
are pale sheets of broken muscle,
my heart is a shattered mirror,
scattered and buried
in the seemingly bottomless black
of my broken body.
Sometimes I remember my memories,
the screams and the nightmares and —
you.
I see you through veiled fences,
laughing with crinkled eyes
shining in a new shade of blue;
glowing with another
bittersweet betrayal leaking out
in your unshed tears.
You hold my hand
when I'm about to fall into chasm,
your precarious grip faltering,
your careless eyes vivid
and abyss-deep.
And you remember to let go.
I remember you let go,
and turned away
and I know your strength
because you never looked back.
I know the skyless ocean
is your home because I've bee there,
floating in something
I can't quiet remember anymore.
But you tell me it's amnesia
and I can't remember your name,
I can't remember
to remember something
— someone who can have
the precise blue of your old old
old eyes,
almost as though
they're too young
but I can't remember the difference
between old and young
but you seem so young and so old and —
so beautifully, delicately human.
I can't remember you letting go,
it's as though I'm insane and I am.
I am insane but why do you tell me I'm not?
My delusions are wilder,
they make me see me if you let go.
But please, please don't let go.
I'm not weak and pathetic
and I promise to forget you
(because it's the only thing I'm good at)
but will you never go?

When god died in my heart forlorn I wandered
The Other said, "There is no God" the nettles bloomed
I sat upon the high hills in the beauty
Of oranges and greens and reds and blues

The Other took and showed me then the meaning
I saw that gods and death are intertwined
"There is no death" the words were gently whispered,
"There is no other moment now or passing time"

Into the realms of death I burst in fury
To save my child I saw them take away
I followed there in greyness skyless country
Determined full of anger unafraid

We traveled back along the path together
Where tangled roots soil clutched and skies of gray
To walk that green path few have ventured
The others watched us guiding danced and played

I know there is no heaven for I have been there
There is no end in endless energy
No gods or rulers in the place beyond us
Only Others who are wild and free.

Keep the river of hope flying
swiftly across all boundaries
and let it devour all
uncertainties.

When the ominous clouds
flying in colors of the dark
and all seeming lost, count on
hope to bring the rainbows
in sheaves harvest of the
glorious stars of the dawn.

Never lose hope till hopes
brings to life the dead


He that throws away the radar
of hope must harvest lost
and darkness in bouquet!

Hope in hope of the Hope  
Till resurrection appear in skyless sky
Till restoration appear in dry ocean
Till moon conquer the time eclipse.

your flame is dying
let me be your fuel
please love don't cry
these hearts hurting are duel
if you need to hate
i can take the abuse
if you need me to wait
i'm yours to use
no one else can do
what you seem to
please don't hurt yourself
don't be alone
if you need to
be manic
have an episode
scream, punch, and kick me
it's a pleasure
to bare any bruise you'd lay
curse me out, wipe off my smirk
and any life from my face
it's agony going through
sleepless nights
and skyless day

i hope you're okay

When I left this grey place eons ago
and the sun turned to water under my feet
the sky spit out seven horseshoes
hitting our heads in predictable defiance
and the sand turned to wind
the laughter to salt
when the world opened up
Was it really my fault?

The walls worn under my feet in the snow
who dares think badly back
the greyness left my dry blind eyes
and the haze was replaced with black
the sun sets on a cloudless skyless day
and rises on forgotten lands of warmth
trying to reach down and touch what it lost
too high up now
We’re all too dead.

No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put at just the right place.
                      Babel’s maxim

Freezing inside golden jars,
They’re trying to recover their senses
Within bluish immensities of solitude
Nothing can escape this intensity,
a buzz of nothingness among
deaf animals trying to escape,
to recover their senses
they die, they sleep, they laugh, they weep
but no one can see them,
no one can hear them
Fatigue encircles them in a sunny cage
made up of trillions, and trillions of jars
they cannot die, they cannot sleep, they cannot laugh, they cannot weep
Tell me if you have something to say
when plain breeze revels in your innermost self

plain breeze upon delicious icy rocks,
killing every whisper, every lie
And this windy torment you cannot deny
as the snowy season nests inside
There are musicians dying all around
Complaining about the absence of all sound
I know, they are the worst of all,
Disbowelled, with dry limbs, they climb and fall

Death, golden, frozen, with no music
Exposed a hidden harmony through the immensity
of that transparent garden, covered with snow
Following the image of every prayer,
Useless objects, that used to be human-animals
spell their own despair upon skyless
roofs, an offer that no one would recognize,
a blaze of glory for immortal eyes

But who am I to turn to these dry bones,
a coronation of a sacred simphony
That would be heard, repeted, played for all eternity
If only some lost angel found his name, or found his rose.
Frankfurt, 21.10.2016 (Friday)

WE ARE NEVER APART
The Symphony from far is azar in the lonely air
Speaks of the splendorous surrealist Love,
We are clad in an ineffable Ecstasy
Robed in the aureate attire of the Godhead above.

Our souls are tied in strings of rapture
The glance seized by the skyless Infinite,
Mind no more slave to the mortal physique,
Spirit's realm seeks the Unknown's forgotten height.

We are two little Blossoms to spread the nectar of joy
The uninhaled fragrance of eternal Love,
Two tiny stars shining against the immeasurable sky
Still, on earthly abode we do aimlessly rove.

Two journeys different from two  woodlands different,
Two lines parallel do never meet,
Two contradictions of the One Single thought
Meet only at infinity in His unending Bliss.

Two shores of the shoreless Ocean
Betwixt the soft murmurs of a boundless Nought,
We are vast, profound in the mileless Unknown
Human measures view us as microscopic dots.

With two aims different,
Two lives living poles apart,
The Heaven's immensity  keeps her door open,
Our feet are tied to the soil of the Earth.

Delight most enriched tread in motionless moments,
The pregnant clouds rain the momentous mirth,
The breath stops but death alights not,
We are deathless in an Immortal Birth.

Two sweet notes of the One melodious Flute
Played here and there behind the din and bustle of man,
The two awarenesses of the single Omniscient's Beatitude,
Make us forever bound in the knot of the One.

The futile flutter of our frailsome wings
Of two little Swans in their infancy's Flight,
The Call of the Beyond ever awakes us -
Endows us with the invisible foresight.

Two epilogues of an unfinished chapter
Carved on the large unending stretch of Time,
The masked manifestations of an untrod precinct:
Two blissful notes of the unending rhyme.

Two unheard rhythms of an unsung Poem -
Writ with unseen hues of the amazing Blue,
The rhymeless rhymes with the forgotten prologue
Unveil its classic memorable hue.

Endless is the Journey, the Goal certain
In an unshakable certitude we do meet,
Night is scary, dark and eerie,
The Dawn enlightening awaits us
At Ego's unconditional forfeit.

As in the world ephemeral we live,
We do part, but never apart,
We are together in love forever -
To make our Sojourn eternally alive.
In an Immutable Endless Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 13 July 2019)


.

I am infinite as the universe,

I am marked by fire, stars
burning on my body, their
light bouncing off me as the
foam rises off the surface of
the waves that sweep across
the ocean

I have broken up with God,
skyless and without faith
tying me, rooted to the
spot with shame

I have shattered the bars
of pain, the cage that surrounded
my heart, bust open

I am blooming as the tulips
bloom in April, blossoming
from green stems into a
carpet or purple and red

cageless, Godless, shackles loose

I am infinite

SOLITUDE’S SOLACE
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 28th June 2020)
May I buy for you the blush from the Blue
Beautiful blossoms with glittering hue,
And endless smile from the smileless Vast;
To make you Monarch of your magnificent Art?

Flickering fringes from the firmament far
Unsullied Bliss from the uncharted world;
The dignified delight of the deific Joy,
To make you blithe in the world-stir’s play.

I cradle you Oh Dear in my inmost heart,
With vernal promises never to keep us apart;
Life’s limitless stretch in the skyless infinite,
Breath merges into breath though out of human sight.

The euphoric amour of the airy mirth,
The sylvan symphony alights upon Earth,
The appeal of the Unknown is aired around,
To make us enraptured in Ecstasy’s playground.

May I fathom deep into Felicity’s depth,
To get emerald elixir from the immortal breath;
To see you blossom in your brightening birth,
The world smiles back at you;
You are in unison with your mystic Art.

Grieve not, Little Dear! Though the struggle is hard,
Estranged from your Beloved, melancholic and sad;
Time’s wheel rotates, it’s not always the same,
Fragrance from the far-away flower will certainly reach you once again.

Close your eyes, dive deep into your Soul,
The true Music begins there; listen to it with your inner ear,
The world around is false, fictitious and ephemeral,
Dwell deep in the depth of Certitude’s uninvaded empire.

Sing the Song of your Soul from the sorrowless land of Love,
The amethyst blue Beauty all around,
Heaven’s Blessings from Eternity above.

I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.

A skyless agony will
divide our world. I become my own
mirror to witness the weird happenings.

The circle never makes
a square. We can partition the lips
of animation defining love.

THE SUPREME SURRENDER
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 28th Jan, 2020)
Lost in Solitude's celestial surprise
Dazed by the dazzling dews of the
skyless hue;
The spirit in me awakes to the audacious adventure
Clad with impeccable iridescent hue.

The sky shakes its silvery flowers
Of starlit mirth and moonlit joy,
An alien Delight reigns over Earth
To take you to the Land of Bliss far away.

There dwells the lonesome lovely heart
In harmony's kingdom of the highest order ;
The hierarchy of the Supreme Felicity
In the midst of the spotless splendour.

The Sun goes humbler as it rises high:
Humility of the most magnanimous soul,
The Divine principle of Wisdom profound
The long-sought quest of the human goal.

The Earth turns timid in her tiresome toil
Of disharmony's delirium dreadful dance,;
All her attempts to make man Human
In an ennobled sacrosanct birth.

The gladsome gifts of the grateful Green
Are showered down at the feet of earth;
To let you live in Gratitude's ken -
With grace and dignity of an angelic heart.

The seraphic Damsel sheds tears from Sky
At the pressing plight of the Creation's Art;
So perfect and sublime once upon a time,
Now sleepless laments in the limitless Vast.

The beautiful Blossoms bring Bliss transcendent
Love's endless ecstasy enlivens the soul,
"Surrender unconditional" - the One Rule inalienable
To reach Humanity's the most cherished goal.

The little "I" that lies in you and me
The Ego that raises its head so high;
The insignificant Self:s earthly compromise
Brings sorrow and agony and timeless sigh.

The priceless Bounty of the Beatitude's crown,
The immortal treasure of Rapture recondite;
The Creation garbed in an eternal radiance
Of Compassion infinite in prophetic foresight.

Be vast like the Ocean,
Be ever-giving like the noblest tree
The Art of Giving is vibrant in Nature -
The Creation is the ceaseless Poetry.
Make its Liberty an integrated Whole,
Freedom beyond the freedom vast,
"Supreme Surrender" as your life divine's Goal.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri)

IN UNION WITH THE DIVINE ELIXIR
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 25th June 2020)
The blush of the beautiful morn in blossoms
From the slow-bending bows touching the breeze,
There is mirth in air, reverberating reverie
In the midst of magnificent surprise.

Gifts of music from Above afar alight upon Earth,
Felicity opens firmament’s door;
Just at the moment you arrive by my side,
Holding my hands, Oh Supreme Dear!
Each of your footsteps I do distinctly hear.

Earth transforms into a blossoming paradise
With no more notes discordant, nor any of life’s din and bustle;
The rarest Beauty bares her *****
To the Beloved Zephyr in its silent rustle.

I’m in union with my Sweetheart -
In the inseparable knot of Love,
We live beyond life and death
In Rhapsody of the Beatitude from above.

Captives of the whorl of symphony
Emanating from the surrealist Whole,
We do never part but a million light years apart
We are Heaven’s choicest Dear.

Art for Art’s sake,
The unsung song of the Vast is sublime,
The invisible touch sends myriad kisses
In Nature’s never-ending Rhyme.

The dreamland of delightful fancy
Awakens divine elixir in the inmost depth,
The sylvan skyless solitude all around,
We lay motionless in Eternity’s breath.

The allurement of the airy mirth
Empowers us with freedom illimitable,
To choose the life living-worth
Far, far away from the world: mortal and visible.

Priceless promises float in the ether,
All dialects embedded in the invisible Vast,
Confinements cross all country barriers
We can no more live apart.

All in Creation must live in Consciousness, Truth and Bliss infinite,
The golden opportunity to Man is given
To live the life of his legitimate birthright.

Oh Sons of Immortal! Arise! Awake!
The unique Play’s participants of the wanton warfare,
Rise above finite petty limits of fictitious living
To re-unite with your pre-destined goal under the Supreme Care.

Time has no time.
I cannot find myself in skyless
story of many stops.

A bohemian wants
to become Buddha without
sitting under the Bo tree.

You were touched
untouching me, when I
adored the water of deep.

THE VOICE OF ETERNITY
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 5th October 2020, 22.56 hours)
The silent speech in the smile of the sublime Vast,
The Earth is speechless in her deistic delight in blossoms of beatific mirth;
Flowers are soil’s delicacy lisping lullaby to the sleeping mass,
Man has to rise from his self-made stupor of the stupid artefact.
Since long the Brown’s quest to meet the query of the Blue,
The Heaven’s felicity eager to shower its enthralling frost-moist dew,
An empyrean ecstasy looms behind the nether abysmal dark,
The Creation is cradled in the arms of an angelic exalted Birth.
The spirit of an amorous elegance is aired in the breeze,
The skyless height meets the soil in a seraphic compromise;
The oceanic depth declares the deific dawn of the new nuance,
An elysian opalescence shimmers behind the unearthly romance.
The twilight touch trembles behind the woodland green,
The moon-clad glamour and the sun-wrapt wonder are to be seen;
The mortal mind can never fathom deep into its mystic significance,
The azure speaks to the azure in the azure vast.
The reign of the rapture is in the rise in the rivulets’ roar,
The mountain’s marvel unveils rhapsody of the forgotten yore;
The distant horizon harvests the seeds of the new divine birth;
A puissant poignancy is poised in passion’s purest heart.
The thunderous clouds touch the untouched heights of the trenchant trance,
The highest ascetic revelation descends upon the darkest nescience;
The sacred strings of Love unites all in an all-embracing clasp,
All “I-ness” lost and forgotten in the greatest “We-ness” grasp.
Nature rules over Creation for eternity, never try to teach lessons to Her,
You are the most insignificant creature, so do never interfere;
Be a part of the Love which binds each and every soul,
Else you will nowhere upon Earth, do not forget the Supreme Goal.
(Published in Speaking Tree of Times of India)

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.