Hymn
I bow down before the break of day...
Where the feeling of melancholy apprehension
fades by the emblazoning and dilating skies
Yet the stillness behold a sensation
even amid the hues and cries.
I concieve of a deity beyond the breaking horizon
and I strain my ears to get a line of her notes
her voice vibes a distinctive emotional vibration
that airs along with an enigma and with paroles.
I bear upon an image to her heart and soul
and entrap her amid the clamor of life and time
she partakes the rimes from the shaft of my sole
that cheeps, that splashes, that gongs and aerates down the way of time.
I tried to grab her beauty over the time I framed her in my mind,
she dissolves into colours of nature to the plumes of life,
and when I get hold of her smile,
I could feel all the sounds whispering in my nostalgic vibe.
I listen to a series of chirps
breaking in the light of a clear blue morning
from the mankerel sky to the silence of the streams
it echoes a continuous and profound contemplation to an ideal buffering.
I baffle at the edge of a cliff
breaking the silence of the lush green ambiance
the steep descent of the water splashing in the pool
forms its own way from a narrow spattering stream to a wide confluence.
I stood still at the threshold of a new journey
the steps showed me the path to get hold of tranquility
the distant toll of the bells and gongs reverberated the secluded alley
my time of day acquainted my song of praise - Hymn.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2013
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