BLISS
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Since when you have
Imprisoned me -
In my Delight of Being,
Of existence, life supreme;
All else looked fake
and futile as a
Semblance of appearance
soon disappearing.
I feel myself as if
I am the Monarch of my Soul!
May I worship Thee?
The Ruler of Existence!
The Treasurer of Ecstasy!
Of infinity's Bounty.
Oh Supreme Being!
The Lord of my Soul!
The Eternal Birth beyond death!
My offerings are cast
At Thy Feet,
Till life loses identity in it;
As you have helped me
to reign over desires unbridled but controlled by Your Will.
The world's grief and mirth,
Sorrows and pleasures -
Are the faulty outlook
of an erroneous life.
Where reality is  hidden,
I feel myself as if
I am the Monarch of my Soul!
May I worship Thee?
The Ruler of Existence!
The Treasurer of Ecstasy!
Of infinity's Bounty.
Oh Supreme Fire!
The Lord of my Soul!
The Eternal Birth beyond death!
My offerings are cast
At Thy Feet,
Till life loses identity in it;
As you have helped me
to reign over desires unbridled but controlled by Your Will.
The world's grief and mirth,
Sorrows and pleasures
Are the faulty outlook
of an erroneous life.
Where reality hidden,
and forgotten
By ignorance blind
of human mind.
Why turmoil?
Chaos all around?
We are all blind
to the unique design of His hands.
He thus intervenes
When man turns into beast in the bottomless Abyss.
The Lord of Existence awakes,
Gives the Clarion Call
For humans to hear,
Never pay a deaf ear.
If you defy,
End is near -
For the great changes
for a world better.
You are meant for Bliss!
His Hands are at work
In the epoch-making
Apocalypse.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri)
17 Feb 2019.

BEAUTY
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
I will never possess Thee,
You are heavenly!
You long to soar higher
Beyond earthly limits
To Unknown Infinity
Of Felicity.
You are my Love,
You are my Life-
Not of wanton delight.
We are untorn pages of Eternity,
Unseen by blind eyes of humanity.
I leave you free
Forever free
From all worldly clasp
To live at ease
Your Soul's liberty.
To roam free on roads of life,
And enjoy and breathe around you -
The air of grace and dignity.
I love you to blossom
Into the greatest Beauty
Ever admirable
By heavenly angels,
I love you to blossom
Into a divine offering -
Of fulfilment and consecration of celestial summit.
Let none pick you up
And crush your infancy
Of innocence filled with joy and felicity.
Because,
Creation is always evolving if
Untouched by adulthood of hatred and jealousy.
You share your Bliss
With all
Unknown to ignorant minds who crave to possess Thee.

Beauty! You are pure and sanguine,
Your soft sweet footsteps
May enliven the tired brown body of Earth,
With the rapture of your unseen kiss
You alight here
In the murmer of the Zephyr
To herald the Golden Dawn of an unforgettable
Paradise of Union in the Infinite.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Odisha)
14th Jan, 2019.

SOMEONE SOMEWHERE
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Oh Dear, my dear, my ever Sweet Dear
Tell me where do you now live?
Whether Earth's Paradise or Heaven's
El Dorado
Live alone in your Soul's delightful blithe.

The sweet melody of the little birds
Wings your hours with limitless mirth,
Your dwelling is the measureless masquerade
Of an invisible immortal Birth.

The Dawn descends with her soft solemn footsteps
Delivers the visionary message of the Unknown,
Your unseen presence soon touches my heart's inmost recess
Where I sit oblivious of the world
on my own.

The swaying cascades in their gladsome dance
Send Mystic signals in solitude,
At once makes your subtle presence vibrant in air
To aureate the splendours of Beatitude.

The bubbling babbles rise so fast
From the deep blue ocean's breast,
Your whisper and whistle reverberate in ether
Just at a glance I touch the momentous moment.

The Night sky sparkles with Eden-like
magnificence
Star-spangled moonbeams speak of Bliss,.
I listen then to your muse-moist murmur
And feel the rarest rainbow-rapt kiss.

Oh Dear! My Sweet Invisible Dear!
Tell me the name of the land you dwell,
Just a glimpse I long to have of you
And bid adieu to this earthly hell.

The Sun-robed mountains utter the Truth:
Vast, Golden and Sublime,
The thunderous rains with their sobbing tears
Sing Nature's ceaseless rhyme.


There you appear in a sudden flicker
In lightening's unforeseen advance,
Then you play hide and seek beneath the clouds
In their clamorous frightful dance.

Just a touch of yours is here and there
On the huge stretch of Blue,
Ever enlivening for the tired brown earth
Full of revelry and unseized awe.

The rare roisterer of joy of
buoyant moments -
The lone Emperor in the Kingdom of Victory,
The solemn Grace offers its gratitude
In untold felicity of self-rapt mystery.

So, there you sit on your triumphant throne
Alone on the peak of your archetypal win,
Far removed from Earth's periphery beyond time and space -
Like Godhead's nearest Kin.
(Bijoylakshmi Das Haridwar. 28th June 2019)








I

THE DECLARATION
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
I have gathered myriad treasures from the immortal Vast
And 've made amorous flight to the aureate Blue,
Winged with delight in the Sun-clad clasp
To collect resplendence of the Golden hue.
I have made tryst with the Sovereign sitting ashore,
I have kept my Soul in ransom at Infinity's door.

I have bloomed as the most beautiful blossom of the earth-
In the garden of Paradise adorning in my being,
I spread the fragrance and I breathed its odour,
I am the Supreme, I am the King.
I reign over the Creation whole,
I have kept my Soul in ransom at Infinity's door.

I have played with fire of anger invincible,
'Tried to win the kingdom of lust,
For the thirst of a deathless birth and
Not to welter in the wilderness of the ephemeral dust.
I have dived headlong into the sea of dreadful adventure
To make life a meaningful whole,
The Alone sits lone above
My Soul is in ransom at His door.

I have plunged into the depth of unknown Deep
To fathom into the Entity that lurks behind the Self,
I have conquered the entire empire of Ego
At the magnificent One's
sole behest.
I won the battle of life safe and uninjured
I have kept my Soul in ransom at  Infinity's door.

Therefore, I am being reborn to smile
Make mundane living worthwhile,
To make my Being a part of the everlasting Whole;
Oh the indwelling Divine! You are mine,
I have kept my Soul in ransom at Your Infinity's door.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 1st July 2019)

THE SUBTLE TOUCH
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Just when the sky showers
Its invisible Mirth
In disquiet hours;
The carnival of splendour
Enamours the untouched Vast
The dark clouds dawn upon Earth.
Thunders play trumpet
In lightening's brightest brilliance;
And I sit in mind's labyrinth
Peopled by a distant precinct's
Gestures and surmise
Lurking behind a prognostic Birth.
Eyes looking through an eyeless muse,
The Celestial Carol casting its amazing hues,
The Golden Bridge joins the present to the past:
Earth's intercession with Eternity for the prodigious Birth.

All reluctant reveries of the vagrant loiterer,
The Bacchic delight of the mundane roisterer,
The forgotten revelry of the forsaken wassailler,
The day's disharmony of disdain and discordance
Soon lose semblance
In Supreme's magnificent Act.

The One Touch intangible vibrant in the ether,
With Spring's resplendence
The longings of the Seeker,
The aureate fragrance from the Bliss-clad Rapture
Alight upon Earth.
To make the One Touch vibrant
With a Mystic significance.
The Subtle Touch
Alive in sleep's sleepless Vast.
The ceaseless murmuring downpour
Makes the mortal:
The New Sailor enlightened
For journey to the shoreless Shore
The Novel Artist in Infinity's Art.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar, 20th August, 2019)

BLISS
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Since when you have
Imprisoned me -
In my Delight of Being,
Of existence, life supreme;
All else looked fake
and futile as a
Semblance of appearance
soon disappearing.
I feel myself as if
I am the Monarch of my Soul!
May I worship Thee?
The Ruler of Existence!
The Treasurer of Ecstasy!
Of infinity's Bounty.
Oh Supreme Being!
The Lord of my Soul!
The Eternal Birth beyond death!
My offerings are cast
At Thine Feet,
Till life loses identity in it;to
As you have helped me
to reign over desires unbridled but controlled by Your Will.
The world's grief and mirth,
Sorrows and strife -
Are the faulty outlook
of an erroneous life.
Where reality hidden,
Since when you have
Imprisoned me -
In my Delight of Being,
Of existence, life supreme;
All else looked fake
and futile as a
Semblance of appearance
soon disappearing.
I feel myself as if
I am the Monarch of my Soul!
May I worship Thee?
The Ruler of Existence!
The Treasurer of Ecstasy!
Of infinity's Bounty.
Oh Supreme Fire!
The Lord of my Soul!
The Eternal Birth beyond death!
My offerings are cast
At Thine Feet,
Till life loses identity in it;
As you have helped me
to reign over desires unbridled but controlled by Your Will.
The world's grief and mirth,
Sorrows and strife -
Are the faulty outlook
of an erroneous life.
Where reality hidden,
and forgotten
By ignorance blind
of human mind.
Why turmoil?
Chaos all around?
We are all blind
to the unique design of His hands.
He thus intervenes
When man turns into beast in the bottomless Abyss.
The Lord of Existence awakes,
Gives the Clarion Call
For humans to hear,
Never pay a deaf ear.
If you defy,
End is near -
For the great changes
for a world better.
You are meant for Bliss!
His Hands are at work
In the epoch-making
Apocalypse.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri)
17 Feb 2019.

HEART
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 1st Jan 2020)
Heart!
Break me apart!
You aren't my mortal part.
Immortal thou art!
Sublime and sacrosanct!
Your blossoming visage
Speaks of immense love,
Always giving,
Never expecting.
Your far-reaching invisible hands
Showers Solace
And Bliss -
Upon aggrieved souls
In distress;
Like a ripple
Making numberless waves
Reaching distant periphery.
Let Love's radiating rays
Reach all,
To enliven and enlighten -
In the larger perspective.
So, love all
Serve all.
Be the successful participant -
In the Supreme Playact.

TO THE BLOSSOMS
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
The Blossom of the Hills!
The Blossom of the far!
Bloom not in my heart -
Though you are very near,
My Sweet Dear!
Your light fades not;
You are fearless though -
Unexpressed,
Play is not over.
Remains stalled in turmoil,
Promise not kept
Woven In memory's obscure thread.
We are tiny dots of dust -
On the ocean-bed -
Of Supreme Godhead.
The world is not for our sojourn,
Nor we for the world;
Unseen and untouched
Only to remain pure and
adored by Almighty Lord.
Never to be devoured by desire
And human lust of fire.
Fragrance is to be spread
Over the wide wild ***** of the vernal bed -
To freshen the journey ahrad
Before us
Lie the starlit path and moonlit night
Always bright and enlivening
at first sight.
Our footsteps recondite
In quest of Infinite!
Blossoms are not meant to be
plucked and cast aside
Heedless on road-side.
Innocence of infancy
Never to be nipped in the bud.
They are eternal offerings of the Soul
for life Divine,
In each effort of uprising
for the Supreme.
The Glad Remembrance
In activity and in silence
Speaks a lot!
In taking and in giving
is fulfilled in remembering:
The unique oxymoron
In life's revelation
and higher awakening.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10 th Feb 2019)

THE SOUL
It's when -
The dark veil drops down,
And the vesper Moon speaks not mirth,
Listless lips sing no lullaby
To the tired brown body of the Earth;
I hear You!
Oh Divine Music!
Close to my ears -
In the fatigued spirit's inmost dark.
The lonely night
Can herald the Dawn of
the mightiest Might -
Lying deep within each heart.
Leads to the realm of Light
Shines ever in the firmament blissful and bright.

Do you think -
The Ascetic in the cave
Or on his mountain top
Does nothing,
Just idles away time?
He fills the world with Power sublime -
In greater awakening.
Changes it by his Soul-state in elixir of the Supreme.

Work is done
In solitary sojourn
Alone and unknown!
Unseen by mundane eyes,
It's vague surmise!
Mind can never trek the inaccessible height -
Of Consciousness and Bliss infinite.
As you are always alone
to face feelings of dubious doubt and false compromise.

Thus arduous is thy path
Replete with fictitious pride.
You seek not Him -
The Shelter Supreme
in Ego's blind ken;
The One, ever luminous
Sits in the summit of the highest Illumination:
The ecstatic Paradise -
above matter, spirit and mind,
As every cloud ushers into a silver lining;
Even the Blackhole of despair can have the most glorious Beginning.
Sail on! Oh Lone Sailor!
On the sea of life
In the midst of tempest and strife,
Listen to the clarion Call -
Beyond limits of sky and earth,
There Heaven is ever azar
in its azure mirth,
The Sun sets not
Forever blithe,
.... And no mortal fear
Of death and disease.
Life is endless, green in the Eternal habitat, FREE.
Do you ever long to reach the Height,
Of the Supreme Might?
In your Soul's flight?
Break the bar: your EGO -
You have created -
In the long runway of life
Of fake pleasure and a failing strife.
Then only -
You are One with the Supreme Delight.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10 Feb 2019)
02.00 hours. Puri

THE SOUL
( Bijoylakshmi Das)
It's when -
The dark veil drops down,
And the vesper Moon speaks not mirth,
Listless lips sing no lullaby
To the tired brown body of the Earth;
I hear You!
Oh Divine Music!
Close to my ears -
In the fatigued spirit's inmost dark.
The lonely night
Can herald the Dawn of
the mightiest Might -
Lying deep within each heart.
Leads to the realm of Light
Shines ever in the firmament blissful and bright.

Do you think -
The Ascetic in the cave
Or on his mountain top
Does nothing,
Just idles away time?
He fills the world with Power sublime -
In greater awakening.
Changes it by his Soul-state in elixir of the Supreme.

Work is done
In solitary sojourn
Alone and unknown!
Unseen by mundane eyes,
It's vague surmise!
Mind can never trek the inaccessible height -
Of Consciousness and Bliss infinite.
As you are always alone
to face feelings of dubious doubt and false compromise.

Thus arduous is thy path
Replete with fictitious pride.
You seek not Him -
The Shelter Supreme
in Ego's blind ken;
The One, ever luminous
Sits in the summit of the highest Illumination:
The ecstatic Paradise -
above matter, spirit and mind,
As every cloud ushers into a silver lining;
Even the Blackhole of despair can have the most glorious Beginning.
Sail on! Oh Lone Sailor!
On the sea of life
In the midst of tempest and strife,
Listen to the clarion Call -
Beyond limits of sky and earth,
There Heaven is ever azar
in its azure mirth,
The Sun sets not
Forever blithe,
.... And no mortal fear
Of death and disease.
Life is endless, green in the Eternal habitat, FREE.
Do you ever long to reach the Height,
Of the Supreme Might?
In your Soul's flight?
Break the bar: your EGO -
You have created -
In the long runway of life
Of fake pleasure and a failing strife.
Then only -
You are One with the Supreme Delight.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10 Feb 2019)
02.00 hours. Puri