The Garden Of Lost Years (Sonnet Sequence) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

I. The Silent Call

I saw a maiden wandering alone,
Amidst the bloom where scented roses sway.
With bashful grace the garden was her throne,
Yet solitude had claimed her soul that day.

I longed to ask what grief her heart did bear,
But silence held the burden of her cry.
Her voiceless summons stirred the fragrant air,
While bees in golden spirals danced nearby.

A hush arose; I halted in surprise,
For through the stillness rang her silent plea.
Like tempest winds she flashed before my eyes,
And said, "I've long been searching, dear, for thee."

I knew her then—my first, my vanished flame,
Whose kiss once bloomed the Spring and whispered name.


II. The Garden of Years

The petals changed, but not the bloom within,
Though time had drawn its veil across our eyes.
We aged, but love defied both death and sin,
And wandered still beneath these shifting skies.

Through gardens vast I searched with aching heart,
While years slipped past like leaves in autumn's flight.
The rose she was, whom fate once tore apart—
Still bloomed she in the cradle of my night.

Perhaps her soul bore sorrow more than mine,
Her silent pain more endless than the sea.
Yet through those tears, her smile began to shine,
And whispered softly, "Love remembers me."

Our hearts, though worn by age and weary strife,
Still beat as one and danced anew with life.


III. Mirror of the Heart

She looked upon my face but for a breath,
As though it were a mirror to her soul.
In silence passed the ghosts of life and death—
Two halves long lost were weaving into whole.

She held me close; her bosom's warmth revived
My frozen core, as if a spring had stirred.
Within her gaze, the years we'd both survived
Now vanished with the whisper of a word.

My heart began to thrum its pulse anew,
Her breath the balm to all my buried scars.
The past dissolved like morning's melting dew,
As if we danced among the waking stars.

One moment's grace, and all was reconciled—
Time bowed before love's resurrected child.


IV. The Sacred Kiss

Her lips like blushing roses neared to mine,
Their scent a spell no mortal could resist.
I stood enraptured by the breath divine,
Enfolded by her tender, sacred tryst.

She held my neck with hands of holy flame,
As if a goddess summoned from above.
No words were breathed, yet all the heavens came
To watch the marriage of our lips in love.

Each kiss unlocked the gates of Paradise,
Where milk of stars was flowing through the air.
No thought remained of sorrow, doubt, or vice—
Only the sweetness of her lips laid bare.

Two spirits bound in one celestial wine,
A sacrament of kisses so divine.


V. Ecstasy Beyond Time

I heard the bees still humming in the breeze,
Their rhythm echoing our hearts' refrain.
She was the breeze, the rose, the sacred tease—
And I, the flame that danced beneath her rain.

Her honeyed soul poured gently into mine,
Anointing every wound the years had made.
The world dissolved; we crossed love's boundless line,
And soared through skies where mortal light would fade.

Our hearts beat not as two, but one alone,
Our spirits clothed in ecstasy and flight.
The flesh dissolved into a shining tone,
A song of stars beyond the veil of night.

No place, no name, no hour could define
The bliss we knew—eternal and divine.

© Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.