THE TRAVELLER OF THE TRANSCENDENT
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Maha Shivaratri,21st February 2020)
With the blue of the Vast and the green of the Mind,
I sate for the insatiable Quest of the rarest kind –
With hunger for the summitless summit and passion for the passionless Ineffable,
I sail my life’s little boat in the solitude’s journey unassailable.

I seek after the inexpressible ecstasy hidden behind the heavenly height,
I crave for the crown of the Kingdom of Bliss in my highest soaring flight,
I now unlock the Joy of Paradise upon the turmoil of the earthly toil,
I meet my Supreme Beloved behind the mask of man as Godhead.

The touch of the Intangible in all things ephemeral and transient,
The Voice of the Unknown heralds the Dawn of the immortal golden moment,
The bound of the birth that baffles man since time immemorial,
The shadow of Death which casts the direst dread abysmal.
All is so swiftly vanishing behind the New Wisdom’s hem,
I do stand alone in my Soul’s uninvadable Supreme Ken.

The alluring glance of the Invisible and His enticing lips,
The unreached Rhapsody’s deep-hidden distant enrapturing kiss;
Enlivens my journey towards the Goal of the timeless Infinity,
I reveal the unwritten chapter of the Unseen’s sovereign secrecy.

My shivering strokes of the brush on the Creation’s Canvas of Art,
With blissful pang and the endless agony of my Being’s ever-grieving heart;
My inmost desire to draw a few legible lines of Love on the Olympian Blue,
On the mortal tenement ever aspiring to rise above and reach the deathless hue.

The fugitive madness to rise from the fall in the abyss,
The courage indomitable to cradle the emerald empire of Elysian Delight,
All feelings insentient: the camouflage of the desireless Absolute Alone,
Seek the sunlit glamour and the moonlit mirth far away in the in the uninvadable kingdom.

Unimaginably large is the Ocean, endless its expanseless shore,
My sail in the tumultuous tempest, half-broken my mast and its oar;
Still the touch of the Transcendent in each leap of the ascent vast,
I’m spell-bound by the supreme splendour’s seraphic Art.

Just a bundle of quantums are Time’s tenebrous moments,
The Divine Algorithm rules the highest in the unique Supernal descent,
I seek after the Certitude unshakable with the passion of passionless blithe within me,
I journey towards the One timeless Time that bounds the timeless treasures in limits of Infinity.
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THE UNIQUE OXYMORON
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 30th May 2020)
With endless stretches of the blue above,
All around the limitless vast of the sea;
Oh Dear! You have made solitude your absolute kingdom
In Soul’s sublime freedom free.

Alone, all alone in Moon-moist rapture clad,
And ravishing Rhapsody of the starry mirth;
The sweet kisses cypher blush in the Blue
The Creation seems to be joyful, living worth.

The ceaseless symphony that stirs the World
The museless melody brings elixir to life,
The whole universe is just one single string of Love
Tied in beads of compassion infinite.

There lies no more the difference between YOU and ME
All compact in One single beautiful harmony;
Love’s immensitude flows from Heaven to Earth
The Brown’s Beauty bares her ***** to the Sea.

The illusory illusion that you see around
The notes discordant hinders your freedom’s liberty,
And you have misplayed enough in the Divine Playground
Now let nature clear dirt from your Destiny.

Creation belongs to all, but your illegitimate will –
To make the rest serve to your ****** whim,
Why are you crying now, my dear Man-monster!
”As you sow, so you reap”: the unique Oxymoron’s unceasing Rhyme?

Be aloof, sit sovereign in Soul’s lone empire
Ever uninvadable, where Love guards as sentinel,
There the Spring-Blossoms wither not
The Empyrean Damsel welcomes you her door to dwell.

Take care! Nature is to ****** her legitimate rights
Sooner or later, your devilish hands could no more hold;
Your grip is brittle, bones are shattered
You have made it yourself in the vilest endeavour.

The nightmare is your own making,
The colossal waste of life and energy,
You have always been the blood-thirst Vampire,
Now be ready to visit your worthwhile destiny.

Back to Nature: the earnest Appeal,
Back to Creation’s legitimate Whole;
You are a mere speck of dust in the Vast
Hence, in the Vast Nature do not interfere.
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THE SUPREME SOLACE
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 18th Feb 2020)
All thoughts for you in the life of Liberty free,
Oh Dear, all alone! But I do ever live in Thee;
Dreams of the distant past do not dare invade any more
I am the tiniest wave of your Ocean’s shoreless shore.
The ray that flickers faint in my fathomless deep,
To reach the unreachable region’s of your dreamless Delight’s sylvan kiss,
The heavenly heights which you hide in your heightened mirth,
I’m just a drop of elixir dropping down from you upon Earth.
The tranquil trust of the single moment’s truest surprise,
The highest citadel of certitude in the end it gives rise –
To live in the loving lap of Love’s kingdom of the illimitable above,
Never to part, ever in Bliss uninvadable of your immaculate Love.
The earth touches no more the physique’s divisible finite part,
All united in a single Whole, we are no more apart;
Never confined to the confinements of the limited ‘Last’
We are vast, infinite and deathless in our immortal Birth.
Laments linger not, no more mortal desires to fulfil,
All hopes do merge into the one indomitable Will;
No sorrows in our sojourn where we now forever dwell,
Oh My Dear! Ever adorable Sweetheart!
I am in your Felicity’s sublime spell.
The sand leaves no trace behind upon which the past mansion of us was once built,
All earthly desires die in debris in firmament’s all-embracing Bliss;
The solitude’s solace showers its Grace upon the all-amazing Act,
Oh Dear! I’m ever united to you in the all-pervading Beatitude vast.
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IN MEMORY’S ELIXIR
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10th March 2020)
Let all my breath be yours –
In the Land of Freedom’s Bliss,
The Earth has its ephemeral wonder
Tightly clasped to her unwavering feet.

The untouched vast of intransience
Are playthings of the Unparalleled from Above,
I do rejoice in pomp and pageantry
Of the immaculate paradise of His love.

In mind’s blazen labyrinth
With concocted delight’s deformed desires,
Man has lost his way to Godhead
Which speaks within in solitary hours.

Dies deep in the depth
Of the unimagined dreadful abyss,
Love for the body and mind
So futile but clasped by its serpentine kiss!

In my thickets of trenchant thoughts
Far beyond the spirit’s uninvadable realm,
My sleepless night’s dreamless trance
Awakes me to the Invisible’s ken.

Creation’s mysteries unexplained
Unveil the unsolved riddles before me,
I’m in love with the Absolute Supreme
With none as my enemy.

The infinite joy hidden in the transience,
The illimitable bound in its limits,
There blossom the flowers of the Fairyland:
The splendour of Elysian Beauty.

Do you ever seek for the Unknown
In the lonely hours of self’s demise?
To reach the goal of your Pole Star
In the inner awakening’s rise?

In my inexperienced expedition
Of my little Self’s earnest quest,
I sail my boat alone, all alone
To meet my Beloved, the Eternal Guest.

Oh Mortal! You die death in each moment
In your futile sojourn of body and flesh,
How can you hearken to the Invisible
That goads you in each moment?

Leave your petty attire aside
Which serves as the deceitful masquerade –
Of your beautiful inner being:
Sanguine, transcendent and pure.

You are no more the little ‘I’
That dwells in the finite orb,
Listen to the Clarion Call:
Your sacrifice in His Flame of Love.

There exists no friend, nor foe
In the Kingdom of the Absolute free,
I merge in You, and You merge in ME
In the most exalted bliss of Harmony.
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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.

THE TRYST OF THE SOUL
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
I room a sylvan rest to retire
With unknown splendour of an uninvadable Bliss,
In memory's locked archives of the Golden Empire
I meet my Beloved in His enraptured kiss.

My thirst for the Limitless since time immemorial,
Slain all desires of the mortal realm,
I make my momentous Tryst with the invisible Self -
In its unending flights to the untrod Ken.

The rain-moist forest and the storm-stressed journey
Have filled my spirit with moon-clad ecstasy,
The brilliant sun rays have swayed to and fro -
Never went out of my visionary fancy.

My heart has stopped its beats in the upsurge of an immaculate joy
Thoughts merged into a seamless Vast,
I have made rendezvous with the unseen Envoy:
The eternal Soul-mate of the forgotten past.

The sleeping Beauty open her eyes
In the sweetest whisper and the softest muse,
I get enlivened with myriad mirth
To reign Supreme in Spirit's inmost recluse.

I have made adventure into the Mystic heights -
Forbidden to any human habitat,
With Elysian treasures and El Dorado's marvels
The Divine sits alone in the amazing Vast.

I am the Monarch of Sovereign Solitude
I travel on the shoreless sand of the immeasurable Sea,
Time turns timeless in Infinity's gratitude
Space loses limits in the limitless Blithe.

So, my only abode is the seclusion Sylvan
Sky-spangled miracles watched by the Godhead above,
I am the King of Beatitude, I sing alone -
In the immortal territory the Song of Eternal Love.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 08.07.2019)