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LOVE: A RARE LOTUS IN A BARREN POND (poemsx2) by Manatita
Sweet Bond of Oneness
This first poem is dedicated to all the artists and artiste here; the eloquent, the elegant and
the exquisite, for their capacity to use words in a sublime or lofty way,
for the elevation or advancement of the human spirit.
Come, my Beloved, do grant me the boon
Of another game of ‘Hide and Seek.’
When You concealed Yourself,
I did not know that Love could be so meaningful.
For while my heart felt wounded by Your absence,
The sweet ecstasy of Your company
brought unbounded joy.
So many chalices of fear; so many lengths of destiny
spent calling out Thy name.
And now my delusions, so unreal, are
only memories of a distant past.
Light and Beauty
This searching heart of mine,
Like a desolate island,
Has found its lady Friday -
My ultimate Princess -
A rare lotus in a barren pond
Growing out of season.
You spout forth, like a fountain of nectar,
To quench my parched emotions;
Now that I have found You,
Even Your winter heals my wounds.
Sweet Lover of my aspiration-cries,
How did I endure
Those lonesome nights of Millennium;
Those stabbing pangs in the repository of my Soul?
Now that I have discovered
Your presence inside my heart,
No more shall I return
To a ‘déjà vu’ of past enchantments.
As bliss now reigns supreme.
Meditations on Ananda (Bliss Divine)
Sweet Rhapsody, caress and cleanse my rust,
With Your sweet soap of frankincense;
Let the mists of my Spirit shift with
The awakening sunrise of heavens glow.
Put a flame to the fettered chains within my Soul,
So that I too, like the lark,
Would fly in infinity’s blue sky.
Let me proclaim the drum of happiness,
And manifest Your dazzlingly sweet radiance,
To the cadences of Cosmic Love.
-Manatita 26th April, 2014. Copyrighted.
Dreams and Constellations
Is it Useful to Dream and Caress Imaginings?
In Business Class
They come to me in numbers!
As I sit peering through the window,
Where white clouds drifts
And waltz with majesty.
Stewardesses, with much fanfare,
Pass me by with beaming smiles.
As we glide by, the sun peeps through the clouds
Like a giant ball of radiant light;
The azure blue sky permeates its perennial beauty,
Into my receptive soul.
Another course, and then another …
I am awash with gifts.
Hand rests rises with a whispered word,
Screen yielding to my attention upon requests.
‘Comfy’ blankets a canopy for exhausted legs.
Gadgets all around;
Vintage wines; exotic fruits …
God has gifted me this grace.
I am miles above the ground,
Lavishing a cup of luxury,
As American Airlines flies with beauty and panache.
-Manatita7th April, 2014. Copyrighted.