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Dipanjan Bhattacharjee Poem
I behold the aurora from the open cerulean,
Descending down to the narthex of the east.
The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean,
And awakens my beloved's soul who still sleeps sun-kiss'd.
Filtered into the boudoir of my dear damsel,
The scarlet rays osculate her pinkish cheeks.
And her slumberous hairs with their swaying tails,
Waltz to the zephyr from the northern peaks.
The cupid's essence with a crimson glimpse,
Perches o'er her yawning eyes and blushing face,
And makes her warm in her auroral dreams,
With its divine fragrance of amorous grace.
How tacitly the piquant sun with its alluring arms,
Filches her sleep and kisses her lips too warm!
And plays too sly with bewitching charms,
To allure my girl into the morning's swarm.
Her skin bedaubed with the hazel tint of love,
And her voice now sweeter as Beethoven's strings.
Thus all my gratitude to the blest star above,
Must be offered on behalf of the mortal beings.
Thy chiaroscuro amid the swathes of bare skies,
Gleams as an epiphany o'er varied lands of men,
And bless each soul with thy ambrosial eyes,
Till the apogee of life into a little grain.
Copyright © Dipanjan Bhattacharjee | Year Posted 2022
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Dipanjan Bhattacharjee Poem
O thy divine flame till eternity must burn,
Thine thoughts each mortal on crust must learn.
Servest thou each bruised heart in trepidation,
And allurest thou 'em all to peachy innovation.
For, know not one but thy thought's abyss,
Where the cosmos dwells and dreams in bliss.
The whirling winds and dark nights dreary,
All in thou bide; with hearts too blithe & cheery.
The lambent silhouette off skies and clouds,
Zillion miles afar; beyond narcissistic crowds,
The Godly power still thru' chaste souls rein,
And blooms o'er branches on moorlands green.
The divine knowledge of oneness speaks,
Oft thru' tides or the bird that squeaks,
Sometimes as a beast's howling outcry,
Or as the buzzing melody of a little fly.
Tis "Thou" who bides in e'ery soul that breathes in joy,
And bides in 'em whose demeanour is still too coy.
In e'ery mind that sees the world in varied hues,
Tis thou glimpse that shines agleam as winter dews.
Consciousness thrives in hush midst bustling days,
And glints from eyes as the bright'st sun with aureate rays.
Thru' the profound world of souls and frothy lives;
Thine gleaming gloriole ubiquitously thrives.
O chaste soul of eternity! Let thy glory this world enfold,
Let each soldier serve his land with an ebullience that's ne'er cold,
Let conscious choices rein in green attires,
And thine world but be a paradise sans dark desires.
© Dipanjan Bhattacharjee
Copyright © Dipanjan Bhattacharjee | Year Posted 2022
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