To Be A Seeker Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The desires hidden, the seed of dreams,
Lay coiled and curled, into the deep,
Struggling inside, to be released as a river,
To etch the beauty of the face of life,
to speak of the odyssey of life.

'What then is life'? Asks the curious mind.
A voyage, deep in the silence,
Journeying to find the shores of light.

Through the eyes of a seeker, the soul dives,
deep in the ocean laden with pearls.
and ecstasy comes, rushing inside,
for this is life, away from life,
the sweets away from the bitters of noise,
a soundless world, away from the sound.

A sense of wonder, in the still place
Melting every sense of despair,
A new horizon where sadness sees the light.
The running river knows not, how to cease.

The illuminated depths,
finds the ocean, laden with light,
and laughter becomes the sound of soul.

Deep in seeking, the contemplative heart,
is now a poet and painter, the sage in the dark.
Faraway from the world, is the song of silence.

Roaming in the dark,
You find the gateway to heaven.
The chaos dissolves into a heart song,
And the eyes of despair see the light.

Reborn is the soul, as the curious mind
Now sees the sun, the gem of morn.
It is dark that grows light,
it is silence that makes the song.

Sailing through the dark
becomes a voyage of light.
Born is the visionary, a thinker profound,
disengaged from the noise,
engaged in the silence,
now makes, music of the soul.

A glint of beauty in the mundane
A fallen petal, on the shores lay empty,
A shooting star, in the sky of dark,
And the soul is full of dawn.

In the still space, you smell your scent,
for God comes softly into the quiet.
Suddenly, you sense the joy of being alive,
for in his light, you flower inside.
and a valley of despair
becomes the trails of blossoms,
for the soul in you, makes poems of light.

The seeker in you meets the poet inside,
where the mundane finds heaven
in the sacred still, the space of light,
where despairs die and dreams are born.
the meeting where life begins,
and you question--'Who am I?
This is when your life begins.

'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt
Jayita Bhattacharjee