Poems of Longing for Love. Monday's Inspiration 57, to Tiyasha Maitra (Cattaleya)
Wisdom from the Master
"Aspiration is the mounting cry, the climbing cry inside our heart. We can enter into the divine consciousness through our inner cry. This cry is not for name and fame. This cry is our total, unconditional, unreserved oneness with God, who is the Inner Pilot of our life-boat. - Sri Chinmoy
Wooing Your Lips in Silence
Eyes drinking voraciously of Your beauty,
Bars of poetry whispers from my soul.
Wooing Your lips in Silence, my eyes gaze
Longingly, with childlike surrender.
Come, come, come, sweet Emperor, I missed Your
Bewildering lullabies -- those charmed nightingales, singing
Their bewitching songs at dawn. Lost in the labyrinth of
Doziness and amnesia, I saw You not, who pinched my cheeks.
Now my Heart is crimson-red, a combination of wine and fire,
With You burning brightly, in the agony of my yearning.
Sweet illustrious moon, come! Dance with me, in the
Effulgent splendour of Love’s embrace.
How I long for the copious wine of this sacred Chalice, to
Transcend this holiness of my current rhapsody, and never perish.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 7th December, 2019
Scent of an Empress
You -- who articulated a multitude of truths;
Told my Heart a thousand stories, in unseen calligraphy, come!
You – a bouquet of vermilion roses, flooding my
Core with a river of Joy, come!
You – who made my eyes gaze at the colour of words;
Dance with Your diction and command of elocution, Come!
Vastness … Your Light shines into the blue of infinity,
Permeating the heavens with the smile of sunset.
You – an Empress steeped with berries in a river of wine,
Holding dialogue with a silent ambience, to address the scent
Of poetry in the soul, come!
Stand as the Monarch that you are and deliver.
I see You, cheeks and lips tasting the sublimity of beauty,
Face aligned with the synergy of the sun;
Words sweetly intoxicated by the grapes of Paradise,
Scripting the resonance of symphonies, in each beating pulse.
You -- who kissed this golden Temple at dawn … a light zephyr,
A dew … a flake of snow in the morning sunrise, come!
You -- that sweet redolence of the Jasmine; that healing
Solace of the moon which draws me inwards,
To Your tapestry of words, come!
I asked why You care? The stars never say
To the night, ‘You owe me?’, neither does the orchids,
Seek recompense for their allure.
The Dao follows its natural order,
Painting the rainbow with a pageantry of shades.
It is enough that You weave the artistry of the Artiste;
It is enough that I immortalise Your eloquence,
With a deserving brush and easel blessed.
Love, the Supreme Artiste, is ever alert,
Constantly proclaiming the victory of Its name.
You carved your lips, on the fire in my Essence,
Burning the ‘nafs’ in the agony of my longing.
Your blood-red cheeks and hazel-brown eyes,
Tugged fiercely at the dragon in my soul.
Lost in my amnesia, I encountered a haziness of dreams,
Your cute gentleness, churning my core into
Sugarcane juice. Aye, what a banquet, in this garden of Delight!
Sweet Tenderness, in this hallucinatory state, I am
Your oasis, with the sand as my destiny.
But Your breath is the sand; my oasis, Your perennial nectar.
I see You, walking on the lap of moonlight; riding
On the crest of tomorrows; pulling at the carousel of the sun.
You take me to the wakefulness, of another virgin dawn.
You are in the beauty of Dunia; in the fire of Jahannam.
The Light of Jannah; in the pillars of Hades.
Your sweet roses adorn the sacred drops, of my river of tears;
Beautify my agonies, in the vast emptiness of the abyss.
You – who are the liberty of expressions, manifesting
The majesty of the Alchemist Supreme, come!
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 8th July, 2019.
Wisdom from the Master
"When a child cries, immediately his father or mother comes to him. If you can cry from deep within for peace, light and truth, and if this is the only thing that will satisfy you, then God your eternal Father and eternal Mother is bound to come and help you." -Sri Chinmoy
"When we aspire with our heart's tears, we see that God is coming down to us, descending from above. It is just like two persons meeting; one is on the first floor and the other is on third floor. We go up to the second floor. There we meet and fulfill each other." -Sri Chinmoy
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