O My Beloved!
On the palms of this tranquil night,
The moon glows, radiating so bright,
As I remain absorbed in your cherubic aura;
Like a dewy soil adorns the tender monsoons.
Tell me, O’ Lover! Why is Love so magnanimous?
That we mislay our hunger and sleep,
And when sore, we forgive and forget
Those usual human frailties in others;
Is Love blind or is it kind?
I know neither of these terrestrial trumpets,
Yet I know of the Divine music
That echoes in the supernal sanctum
Of a loving devotee.
There is an uncanny place,
A place beyond the stellar galaxies;
Over there, resides my Beloved-Supreme,
He who gently opens the knots of my Heart,
Lifting my spirit up and caressing my wings
With His infinite charm and beauty…
It is then that I say to myself,
“By God! What an unflinching energy!”
Ah! Grace… sweet, compassionate grace!
True are the words by the wise old men,
That a staunch prayer never yields
Before the prodigious thorns and thistles,
For it perpetuates to grow… to rise… to soar
In the ceaseless cycle of life and death –
An immortal Soul’s sojourn…
O my Beloved! In your arms is my world…
Lo! Seeing your chivalrous smile,
The fragrant hyacinths became drunk tonight…
Every image of yours becomes an auspicious sight;
Like a solemn pledge, fulfilling one thousand dreams,
O’ Sailor! Come! Come!
Take me to His Golden shore,
Where I see a splendid sunrise.
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2016
Let Your Wings Be Free . . .
My heart, like a vermillion kite, rises into a perennial land of sweet aspirations. I let myself loose, closing my eyes. Let it go… let’s see where it goes. Unless you get ravelled, how will you taste the joy of being unravelled? Let it rise… let it fly… let it soar in the sky… let it grace the luscious winds… let the morning dawn embrace the Soul… let your wings be free… be free… be free. – Surabhi Kaura