The Frozen River.....Excerpt....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

Beneath my smiles, I am the frigid sorrow,
Whose form is the river, frozen in agony.

Last times souvenirs, memories of faded years,
I feel the chilling rain,
As the night creeps down on me.
The wind that blows carrying the past times smell,
Calls me to listen,
To its lonesome echoes, falling in pain,
Crying in vain, of some distant memories.

On those riverbanks I wander,
Where those yesteryears roll,
I am the broken heart listener,
Who flows with the running melody;

The frozen river that begins to melt,
As the waters release the agony,
The frozen sorrow that sees an end,
As the flow carries the melody.

For years, I have roamed along the empty riverbanks
In search of a note, now played by the lute,
The lute that plucks the strings of my heart,
To give sorrow its rising words,
So, it can beat the agony apart.

The shivering and shaking like a falling leaf,
Now knows no quivering in a parting so weeping,
As the river once built from sorrows so held,
Breaks the agony in a delight too sweeping.

Watching falling stars on the grass I lay,
I feel the memories of the times once shared,
Of the love once felt, in those bygone years.


.......Jayita Bhattacharjee