NOVEMBER CONTEMPLATIONS, 2024:
AND YET PEACE, YET JOY, YET ETERNITY
weeping may last through the night
but joy comes with the morning
[Psalm 30: 5]
joy is that rare species of insect
that dies in the moment of birth
[Soren Kierkegaard]
Yet there is joy, there’s peace and there’s eternity
[Rabindranath Tagore]
THERE IS GRIEF AND THERE IS DEATH
Grief rips through the heart
Pitted against death, and partings
Seem to pierce the tryst with love and life
Yet there is joy, there’s peace and there’s eternity
In the endless flow of life
In the undying shine of the sun, and
The hide and seek of the beaming moon
With the wayward drift of cloud veils never stops
The spring flowers bloom to bask and bathe
In the sun’s warmth and the moon’s cool lustre
The waves come cresting
And rushing and roaring on as ever
To roll and loll on the sands
Only waning down their crests for a moment
And receding away only
To breathe rest in deep waters
Sooner they come back
To quench the thirst of the sands
As they break into
Foaming and frothing
Upon the shores and crags
And make them wet with
Kisses wooing the eternity
Buds spring to the twigs as the blossoms drop
Nowhere is there the final and bleeding end to
Life that never wears thin in the scheme of things
Nothing that is in being is ever lost for ever
[Rabindranath Tagore transcreated from his
poem: Āchhe Dukho, Āchhe Mrityu
আছে দুঃখ, আছে মৃত্যু, বিরহদহন লাগে।
তবুও শান্তি, তবু আনন্দ, তবু অনন্ত জাগে ॥
তবু প্রাণ নিত্যধারা, হাসে সূর্য চন্দ্র তারা,
বসন্ত নিকুঞ্জে আসে বিচিত্র রাগে ॥
তরঙ্গ মিলায়ে যায় তরঙ্গ উঠে,
কুসুম ঝরিয়া পড়ে কুসুম ফুটে।
নাহি ক্ষয়, নাহি শেষ,নাহি নাহি দৈন্যলেশ–
সেই পূর্ণতার পায়ে মন স্থান মাগে ॥
– পূজা/২৪৮]
©® Jay Basu Nov 14, 2024
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