The Last Laugh.....Excerpt.....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The moment that breaks in emotions,
The moment that sees a dawn in rise,
As the light spreads its gold in sky,
Such is the moment, when new beginnings
announce their arrivals in life.

In the mystery beneath a veiled light, lies the soul,
dancing in gladness, whirling in madness,
and rhyming eternal rhymes.

Walking the paths of grit and gravel,
climbing the hills, worn with fatigue,
dragging the feet, when life runs dry,
with the meadows giving their cry,
we stoop to ponder about the light in life.

On the edge of faith and hope,
just when the light seems to dwindle,
there comes a pathway through the twisting streets,
there comes a peek amongst the winding trails.

On the pebbled grounds where life seems so weary,
on the rocky roads where the slogging gets so long,
The breathing seems so heavy as life loses its song.
Yet beyond the lands where gravel grinds,
lies a vista, where hearts roll into beauty,
where the desert meets the ocean,
where meadows laugh in flowers,
and the soul bows to this singing earth.
Out comes a heart-song,
pushing through raw wilderness,
Out comes a melody,
breaking through the hazy veils.

There comes the sound of temple bells,
the eternal shrine housed inside the body,
and we rise from the dry and dusty ground,
to see the grand finale of life.
Do not go sad on the final piece,
that holds the beauty wrapped in wonders,
do not walk fast on that glazy path,
where light streaks in a thousand rays.
Should you burn and rage at the dying of spirit,
then go gentle with the screaming pain inside.
For the black night could be blazed at the calling of life,
And life will seem aflame with the rising sun again.

The light where night meets the dawn again,
The skies that see their blazing blue again,
The truth that rises from the birth and death of sun,
A truth that sings of eternal joy again.
The darkness that deepened with the setting sun,
saw the breaking light in the sun swept plains,
that calls us to rise through the rain swept pain again.

Every night opening into morning,
Every darkness opening into light,
Every bud opening into a flower,
Calls us to break the reason and rationale
running in our racing minds.
The madness fills the air,
as the earth nods its head in a silent smile.

The return of spring that breaks the dense sadness,
says "the cold will one day dwindle,
the pain will one day fade in cry,
and life will have its last laugh".
As what rises from the ground of earth,
will forever have a heart song in the sky.
The song that rises as I drink the sun,
the melody that flies as I touch the falling dew,
the music that roams as I fall in love with this earth again,
calls me to be playful with life again,
and I swim back in the light
stroking through the gleaming ocean again.
Is this morning glory brightest, is this heart song sweetest?
The beauty that breaks through the mystery of life and death.



.....Jayita Bhattacharjee