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

THE CALL BEYOND
I gathered myriad hues from the Heaven
And planted roses in the heart for you,
Countless dewdrops from the dewy Dawn
Sweet dreams to make your life anew.

I spent sleepless nights under starlit sky
And spoke to moonbeams in their heightened mirth,
Betwixt Earth's Labour and Soul's ecstasy
Was lost my life's living worth.

I longed to soar higher in the breeze
Where there was no sorrow, grief or woe,
But my little physique's limited compromise
Never did let me go.

I sported with silence in my kingdom
And made companion with all-pervading solitude,
To march on the journey of my Soul
And rest eternally in the indwelling Beatitude!

I walked over meadows in twilight
And plucked saplings to plant on the vernal bed,
I made Tryst with the ocean deep
To merge into the secret symphony lying ahead.

I made friends with Nature's green,
That speaks of selfless Love and pure Delight,
I walked by the distant murmuring stream
Far hidden from all human sight.

I trekked over snow-clad mountains
To reach One Soul at the Summit,
I dived deep into the water green
That melted down under my feet.

I listened to music in rustles of air
Vibrant with divine rhyme,
I spoke to the Sun, the Mystic Fire
In perfection of spirit sublime.

Far away from the din and bustle of mortal life
I built the heavenly habitat for you,
To see you Blithe in Soul's endless Bliss:
The choicest sojourn
That was long since due.

I witnessed the waning fatigue of the Earth,
And the tireless toil of the Blue,
To make man truly human
And with everything around you.

Hopeless is Man and his castaway hopes
In depth of Falsehood's mud asleep,
Truth for him a distant dream
And promises never, never to keep.

So I walked far and wide
To collect the golden nectar and hue,
To see your life's brightest Sunrise with Mystic Fire around you.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 23.05.2019)

REINCARNATION
In the Vast of the Blue,
On the stretch of the Ocean
I see the distant dream
That had once imprisoned you;
The heights of the mountains
The Call of the woodland
The Tryst in the Zephyr
Unleash your life in the brightest hue.

The blush of the blossoms,
The breath in the Brook,
The spellbound call from far
Vibrant with the message Mystic;
To greet you with ardour
Spangled with Spring's splendour,
Heaven's mirth, and joy and fervour
Only for you to rest in eternal Ecstasy.

The love of the Lotus
For the rays of the Sun,
The kiss of the Rapture
In the enlivening Morn
Behind the curtain of Dawn awaits you,
The song of the Sweetheart:
The poetry of the Unknown,
On pages of Eternity
Future to be reborn
In the vernal Birth that is long since due.

Dreaded by fear that dogs in the dark,
The night's deadening pall sombre and stark,
Still Light is lit in your journey ahead;
The Gleam of the Far
The Call of the Beyond,
The passion in the *****
For Truth to respond,
The door of the One azar for you in the end.

Cast aside your fear
Oh Mortal Dear!
Heaven's chosen Soul
Grieve no more,
The Bliss-clad Rhapsody ready for your footsteps to tread;
The dazzle of dews
The sparkle of stars,
Speak of a Seraphic
Love-lisped hours
In the Light of Compassion lust is found forever dead.

Thr rainbow-rapt morn, and
It's beauty profound,
Makes life amazing
Eternally spell-bound,
For you to clad in golden attire of celestial hue;
Thr rhythm in the murmer
Of the Elixir's downpour,
The cadence in the Carol
Ends all ephemeral
The longings of the Desire lose semblance in the life anew.

The Journey of the Soul
Seeks for the Sublime Union,
In Beauty and Truth of a
Revelatory Reincarnation.
(Bijoylakshmi Das , Haridwar. 23rd August, 2019)

THE RENAISSANCE
Shed tears no more
Oh Clelestial Bride dear!
Thou art tied in the nuptial clasp -
To the tired brown Earth.
Your first soft touch makes your consort enlivened with an endless mirth.
Do alight upon Earth.
The famished parched lips,
Long your invisible love-lit kiss
In a sylvan grasp.
Breathe the new life encore
In a new angelic birth.

Oh enchanting Beauty of Heaven!
Play hide and seek no more,
The Brown, your Sweetheart
Ready for your love's first outpour.
The Damsel of the Firmament,
The prepossessing Pride of the sky,
Heave no more!
Cast your glamorous glance
And the bewitching smile
Maddens every lover's heart.
The broad breast awaits to hold you in its most steadfast grasp.

Oh Maiden pure!
The Blooming Beauty of the azure Vast!
The first shower
Your incessant murmur
Slains all anguish of the heart.
Your love unconditional
For the mortal dweller
Seeks gratitude no more.
Your firm certitude pure
Makes all well-assured.

Oh Seraphic Marvel
Of the heights untouched,
You are the love at first sight.
Now descend soft and slow,
All lie lifeless make their life glow.
Your bridal gown lightening-clad
With the thunder as the armour
Makes us mad.
Your blossoming radiance of the brightest visage,
The glance captivating
Speaks of  a miraculous love,
Your benumbing presence
And a maiden-like glamour
Your youthful exuberance
Of a distant splendour,
Pour nectar to the heavy hungry heart,
The summer's parched lips
Do no more like to part.

Oh Empyrian Damsel!
The Eternal ******!
Do descend upon Earth,
You are Nature's self- rapt Art!
Your spellbound charm
And the heaven-clad jewellery
Make the Green a mesmerising mystery,
Spangled by the cool breeze
Its enthralling ardour
To win the Beloved's ***** vast ;
Lies forlorn and despondent
In a derelict past.
Your ****** touch casts a magic hue
The rainbow-wrapped mountains
Gladdens the morning-moist dew,
The Earth is green and rapture-rapt,
Behold the peacock's majestic dance
Amidst birds' chirrups pleasant!
All is vernal, all is mirth!
The Delight Omnipresent
Refreshes the ransacked heart.
Making an epoch-like significance
In Earth life's Renaissance.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar,.2nd July 2019)

IN MEMORY'S MIRROR
When memories turn into silvery snowflakes,
Beauty loses brilliance in her bright sunlit path,
The Moonlit marvel speaks no more Delight of the forgotten past,
Your sweet soft footsteps tread upon Mind's woodland vast.

Your azure dreams to explore the forbidden fathomless beyond,
Where Love plays miracles with her ever-compassionate heart,
The Earth turns into El Dorado at One's all-pervading Glance,
Your eyes I do admire in infancy's long-lost playact.,
All that we dreamt on Earth and all beyond,
All that we aspired to reach the Unknown Summit,
Where sits alone, all alone the One illilimitable Ecstasy,
We are just tiny specks of dust fallen down from His Feet.

Our Mind mirrors in Consciousness' all-embracing expanse,
Earth's pleasures turn futile in the shoreless Beauty's magnificence,
We have crossed limits of transience in Omnipotent's transcendence,.
No longer two Souls apart but united in a single Whole in Infinity's unique Trance.

Life no more enchanting, Death casts no more its sordid snare,
The endless journey repeats forever with no mortals to admire,
The Soil is too much for us, Breath becomes air with heavenly exuberance,
The Elysian marvel delves into our Being's immensity vast.

To brook the beatific brilliance in our new Divine Birth,
The Godhead seeks Body's chamber illumined, ennobled and sacrosanct,
The celestial twilight's splendour revels in the aureate ascendance -
To make the new Journey iconic, noble and classic in a Puissant Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Anand Utsav Ashram, Haridwar. 28th September 2019)

THE WONDERLUST(48)
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
The world is far away from me with azure touch of the sky,
No earthly turmoil, but amazing splendour far and nigh,
The beauty of the timeless Vast, the Green humming with Delight,
To that remote realm I want to soar in my amorous flight.

The plash of the fountains, the soothing murmur in the brook,
The close-clinging touch of Love's sweet lips and the bashful look,
Are ever vibrant in air around robed in aureate hue,.
The glad smile of the cherished eyes to begin the life anew.

The Heaven's surprise in the spilth of an ecstatic beatitude,
Makes me more mirthful in life's wonderlust solitude,
Longings turn insentient in an eternal Elysian clasp,
The Soul seeks release from the mundane transient grasp.

The heartbeats cease overjoyed with Bliss infinite,
The seventh heaven opens doors of rapture recondite,
The gladdening glamour of the glistening stars of the moonlit mirth,
The vain loiterer finds his aimless errand's Goal at last.

The fragrant opulence brought by the babbling breeze,
All rivers' routes of the ravenous journey in the Ocean cease,
The truant spirit seeks sojourn in an ascetic heart,
Desires die the death in the deathless Vast.

The lisping lips of love speak soft whisper sublime
The sylvan woodlands are sun-clad in an argent rhyme,
The radiant blossoms are bathed in the brightening mirth,
To welcome the newly-weds in the ****** vernal birth.

The Absolute sits alone, immobile in the Immortal firmament above,
To greet the new-borns in the greatness of His immaculate Love.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Anand Utsav Ashram Haridwar. 13th October 2019)

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