By Barsha Banerjee
While, Oh my Weary Soul,
Immensely loosen her tie to All--
Needs a Hush; Needs a sleep,
Her Reflex Past could summon Her,
in Deep!
--It seems like an Endless bridge
Driving me at the end of the Mist!
--"As if I were a young sculpor
Send to Ajanta, To my Master's Urge
As like the Man who's holding the flare,
To spread my Inner Light, over the Royalty---
Too much Far,
I was There!
"The Rhythm of Chisels' and Hammers' jingling
Was.. Turning my Soul in a Pleasent Ring,
My Agaile Fingers were delighted when
The Inert Stones were figured into my immortal children!
" My Dearest One, (Oh, My Kind..!)
Was.. Carrying a Soil-light, just Behind---
The light was gleaming on my Dark figure;
Forgotten..Life, Love, Home.... Slumber.
"The Wise Sun was peeping down---
Softening by the wormth of Vibe..
How the pebbles had aroused the petals
How they'd gotten alive!
I adorned Your soul, Ajanta,
With my Heavenly Crown----
As like under
An Ocean of Tears
My .. 'Self' was getting drawn!
Oh, The Solemn Black,
You were The Only witness..
Of your Magestic Creation!
"Alas!
I forgot to engrave my Name!
That Only deed was kept undone-
But...The Scholars didn't blame..
In the Sacred Fullmoon Night,
They Filled the Space
With Their Royal Patron's Name!
Where's the shade of tender peace?
Where's the Missing Root?
Oh, My Solemn Dark!
You were also The witness of
My Endless Solitude!