The Poetry Where I Meet God....Excerpt......The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

I am the heart praying through verses,
That weep in life's deepest agony.
I am the rover who roams, where my prayer leads me,
Amidst the words, the rhythm of a poetry
That rises deep inside me.

I am the heart kneeling in sorrow,
When life throws its hardest hit,
Yet on the grounds I fall, I begin to weave
The poetry rhyming from my deepest agony.

The tears that tumble from my trembling heart,
Begin to roll in my bleeding agony,
So, I rise, to create the verses
penning the poetry of a sacred grief.
The grief from which I rise to thunder,
The grief from which I rise to voice
Amongst the meadows and hills,
To speak of my heart with the sacred words.
The prayer that changed me with the pulsating beat,
Is the one I pray through the verses rising from deep inside me.

My offering is such, at the feet of divine,
Through the poetry that I weave, where God and I meet.
The verses, the rhythm, the language of my heart,
All see their blossom through the poetry that is rolling.
So, I know when life throws me down, with its hardest hit,
From the weeping and kneeling, does poetry make me rise.
The God that I seek, is revealed in light,
Through the prayer of a beauty so poetic inside.

The rhythm, the verses that create the shrine,
Stand as an altar where I behold the visage of divine.
The poetry that gives the forbearance of all times,
Is the art that I weave in my deepest agony.
The poetry that teaches to touch the celestial on earth,
Is the poetry that I write in the bleakest of times.
The poetry that rises deep in my heart,
Is the one where I find the cosmos in me.
The poetry that spins whirling in delight,
Is the one where I find God in me.




.....Jayita Bhattacharjee