The Lament...Excerpt.....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

O' life whose great sea in ebb and flow,
in whose waves I hear the roar,
The call of life that breaks on shores,
from moment to moment,
As the waters slump and soar,
waves ebb and flow in the spinning sea of life.
The eyes that stare as the waves depart,
makes me wonder about love and hope,
All that comes for some moments uncertain,
is held in heart for times unknown.

Trembling on the shores where I stood before,
I wonder -life whose waves wash ashore,
The glory that goes back to the sea,
As the waves return to their primal dance,
The peace that walks quietly in the hearts,
As the waves return to seek the sands.
Is this the dance in glory of life,
Whose prime is in the sea and home is on the shores?
Is this the truth in the dance of life,
Whose rest is in home, dancing hours long in the foam?

Howling comes the wind that curls the dancing sea,
Raging comes the storm that furls the beauty in foam,
And from the sweet thoughts of heart,
Hope that is hurled farthest from the home,
Dwindles in a curl of winds that roam,
Is this the dance that breaks in agony of a life that once spun in ecstasy?
Out of the sea's swelling storm, the gold of light has taken flight.

Out of the life's seasons that come, all what comes is all that goes.
The spring that came with freshness in spright,
The summer that blazed earth's meadows in gold,
The autumn that filled earth's canvas with colors,
The winter that fills the world with hoar,
Leaves my heart wearied and forlorn
Yet in its depth, wisdom treasures,
"What comes must go", The truth that lights forever more!




.....Jayita Bhattacharjee
The ecstatic dance of soul
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