THE BLESSEDNESS OF BEATITUDE
(BIjoylakshmi Das)
The splendid Sunshine recedes to the inmost mountain lap,
The diamond dusk gets ready for the Moon-lit silvery clasp,
The brightening hues of the star-clad sparkle babbles to the breeze,
To endow the mortal with marvellous mirth and golden surprise.

The sweet fragrance of the night blossoms adore the air around,
The Heavens Maiden descends upon Earth, the Divine Playground,
Life gets enlivened with Love’s delightful mirth,
The radiance of rapture reddens the ravishing lips of the distant Sweetheart.

The Mother of Delight dawns upon every cherished heart,
To make one enraptured in fugitive moments’ futile play act,
All on Earth is uncertain, the false promise and compromise,
Awake to Love’s vast kingdom where reigns Certitude and Wisdom vast.

The Tryst of the Lover in lonely moments to lie in Beloved’s lap,
The long-cherished hours of clinging together in unlimited clasp,
The unfettered emotions, the mortal’s Dionysian endeavour,
The body’s bewitching gestures and its gladdening glamour –

The Night’s sublime solitude solemnizes performance pageant,
To discover the realm of Love, wide, expanding  and ever sacrosanct,
The senses of matter ephemeral merge into the senseless Unknown,
To make living deathless, transcending senses in the One Alone.

The ecstasy of Beauty that never fades from the human heart,
The whole Creation is knitted together in Love’s surrealist vast,
The fortuitous freedom at Soul’s release from death and birth,
The splendorous Beatitude bows down on your Moonlit path.

The physique is a Boon to enshrine the Benediction profound,
You are no more a slave to wanton desires and sloth of the ground,
The Deathless sits Supreme immutable, immaculate above,
Rise above all transience, ennoble your earthly life with His Divine Love.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Anand Utsav Ashram, Haridwar.17th October 2019)

IN MOMENTS OF TWILIGHT MIRTH
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 9th November 2019)
Just when the twilight touch of the golden tears of the sky –
Meets the broad breast of the Earth, in rapture-rapt kiss of the heavenly mirth,
The unsung poetry of aeons finds release in Eternity’s page
In an ecclesiastical Birth –
With azure splendour
And Beauty’s immensity vast.
Breath is broadened,
Life gets re-enlivened,
Sighs and sorrows meet death in a forgotten past;
The seven hues of the rain-rapt rainbow
Paints on Heaven’s canvass,
The miraculous amazing Art.
The Godhead above
Plays beautiful notes of immortal Love
In Divine Lyre –
Accompanied by Flute-clad ecstasy
Of an angelic empire,
To unravel the New Birth
That descends upon the youthful Earth,
Forever vibrant –
With rhapsody’s romantic clasp
The quickening hours of Harmony’s blissful hush
Unveils Silence’ mask.
The Delight inalienable invades Earth.
Bids adieu to all woeful past –
Of Brown’s sorrow, hunger and greed.
The vain onslaught
Cries futile for insatiable need:
The Quest of the Soil to seed the
Sacred fertile Birth,
Ever alive upon Earth.
The rapacious exuberance
Enhances its advance,
With rain-moist clouds
Fetched from distant lands;
Alien to the mortal heart.
Lots of surrealist poems are writ on the fathomless Vast.
The Light of Love and Truth
Is naked, pure and stark;
Kills Demon dark.
The twilight touch of the tear-moist toils of the Sky!
Do alight upon Earth!
(28th September 2019)

NATURE IS POETRY
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Just to touch the thoughts of the Green
I walked far and wide in distant woodland tree,
I scaled the heights of the towering peaks -
Of mountains; but found "Nature is Poetry".

The mnemonics I deciphered from Dictionary of the Vast
The archives I did explore in Mind's holiday spree,
All longings human failed utterly at last
To discover Nature to be a Mystery.

The songs of Music poured from human hearts
In moments of mirth and agony,
But the sobbing tears of the limitless Sky
Can only create the most exalted Harmony!

The futile lines of my frailsome hands,
All attempts to give shape to a poem,
Only the Pure Sublime can pen the best
Creation's amazing surrealist Realm.

Then I wanted to paint on the canvas
The Beauty that adores you and me,
Love's fragrant blossoms forever vibrant,
Only the Zephyr could speak of it and see.

Can you ever paint the lightening vast
With fantastic colours that flicker so fast?
Can you ever bring life to the heavy downpour
Which Nature weeps from Her inmost heart?

The sweet little birds flutter their wings
In joy's uproar and Dawn's untold dewy mirth,
The highest Song of Silence writ on the chirrups
Can you fathom into it in your mortal Birth?

The infant Sun cradles through clouds with myriad hues that paint the sky,
Do you know why the Mystic Fire
Changes its shape to smaller and smaller as it rises high?

Can you ever tread to the untrod Realm
Ever pure, serene and sublime,
The uninhibited kingdom of the Omnipotent King
Where there is eternal Sunshine?

Words fail to give meaning to your rhyme
The rhythm too in the long run is lost,
All your failing attempts to sketch the Divine scheme
Soon to be crushed and fallen to the dust.

It's only to admire and be merged in His reverie
Of what you feel and see,
The whole Creation is wrapped around
By the uncaught and unsought mystery.

Bow down your head upright
With gratitude, wonder to His unrevealed History,
You and your endless generations profound
Can never complete the Art of Perfection  -
As NATURE IS POETRY.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri. 4th Dec 2019)