Author: BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR Category: Poems

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Let Wednesday come

With a world of fantasy

Sweetened with love and romance-

Dipping my soul in the fragrance

Of sweet relation, love, affection,

Facilitated by hate and attraction.

Even though at a long distance

Her presence seems closer to me

With her innocent demeanor

Beautified by her sense of humor

Humming a tune of affinity

I am melted in the ocean of Eternity.

Mounds of thoughts and feelings 

Writhe me to pour them out;

But there is no creative vision

To shape and vent them out.

Let Wednesday come

When I will chat out my feelings

For those nothing to do with them;

As they are out of their sense.

Mine is the feeling

Pure and sacrosanct

Transcending the world of flesh;

Beyond the reach of the physical heart.

Innermost intricacy of my self

Though seems strange to many

Can be realized only by those

Who have the divine sense

And deep sense of spirituality.

Eyes cannot fathom the depth

Of the ocean of feelings;

Tides of love and human bonds;

Heart alone with pure thoughts

Can understand the labyrinth of Love.

          ---- BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR