A Young Heart That Lives In Air....Excerpt....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

Written on the grounds is the story in eternity,
Of ancient chapters that lay buried too deep,
Only for the heart to uncover the untold stories,
Of those bygone times, left in the woodlands of past.
My heart is awed when in silence I think,
Of the seasons spent in frost and sorrow,
That dimmed the light of a heart so young,
And dulled the frolic play of youth.

All grow old and decay with time,
The bud that flowers every rising morn,
Lowers its head in such a sullen sorrow,
As the petals droop in a sinking daylight.
Some flowers that shoot in a springing joy,
Get to give their fragrance in air,
While some that failed to see a rising bloom,
Leaves a story untold in air.

Yet, in silence, the words unfinished,
Live forever to hang in air,
To release the essence of a forgotten yesterday,
That arrives with faltering footsteps
On the grounds of this earth,
To tell the story in a dense thicket,
As the memories peep through the
Leaves of ancient pines.

Young heart though its presses, rises from a past,
When the sun went down, to set its light at rest.
As youth that is gay is forever beautiful
To tell a tale that was untold.
Through its words, there is not lost
What seemed to be gone, in yesterdays' sunset.
Upon this earths' bosom,
After the flight of untold decades,
The youth of a young heart forever lies,
And yet shall lie.


....Jayita Bhattacharjee