Rapture
“The trails of tears disappear in the memory meadow,
the new sunrise suffuses the morose mind with rays
of rapture” – Quote by poet
When the sad eyes sink within dense darkness, you see
how and where the tear drops you weep drip and lie
in the niche of the secluded soul, still like the deep sea,
at the edge of the scorched mind till the trails are dry.
The feeling of bliss comes out of the miasma to dance
in the silken sapphire of seamless sky’s seraphic span,
like ribbons of rhapsodic cloud nine floating in a trance,
the enthused life spreads soaring wings of delight to scan.
The rapturous spectrum of scarlet sun flashes on faded face,
in saplings of wasteland the rose buds bloom once more,
the scent floats to your heart following the ecstatic trace,
fused with the floral finesse it wafts in yearning sky of yore.
The melancholy stream flows away out of your memory pasture,
the dark cauldron of despair is lighted by the rays of rapture.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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