Held In The Flowering Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

In the flowering of love, lands the spring,
As drops rain from the lips of heaven.
An awakening, a shoot of joy, a new life unfolding.
Burst is my soul, in a blithe spirit.
A morning glory opens in the expanse of deep,
A moonflower unfurls on a quiet night
As the breeze blows gently, whispering of spring,
There flows the scent of a soul opening.

Enticed eternally, as I sense an Eden on Earth,
Deep in my heart, I find the light.
Deep in the bud, I save my scent,
For it to be streamed to the world around,
to speak of a spring that lives eternally,
despite the clouds of gloom.
For what is life,
if not to make music of the playful seasons?

This is the song, of honey-sweet silence,
Streaming whispers of a new life,
where woken is the soul in the light of spring.
From the heart of a new dawn, a new thrill flows.
A glint of hope when all is a blur.
Into the heart of night, the streaks of silver show,
for the stars make a river in the inky black sky.

Down on the earth, a new life begins,
for a moon has come down into my soul.
The river of tears now runs as a river of life.
For what could it be, if not a flow of ecstasy?

A full bloom flower, a full moonlight,
Deep in my soul, I am, a fully opened rose.
A soul-flower, I sense in the blithesome breeze,
Longing to sip the dew of life in the opening of dawn.

The thrill of a newborn joy,
In the rose-scented breeze,
There I am, woken in the hope of life.
The glistening light in the inky night.
As tender moonbeams kiss the hills,
stardust twinkles up above

The dancing of the glistening light,
The soft moonbeams clasping the earth in love,
And the stardust twinkling in delight,
The sprightly flower is smiling,
In the wake of a promising dawn.
What beauty it brings to my soul,
That my deep is awakened to spring?
Now, I see the light in lightless nights,
Now, I find rivers that flow with life,
For the light of my soul blossomed with joy




.....Jayita Bhattacharjee