Thread Of Memories Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

In the smell, in the sounds, now I do leap,
Collecting sweets in the stillness that speaks.
Mourner I was, mourning in my deeps,
The lyrics I hear in the leaves that fall,
Rouses the spring in my heart so reminiscing.
Lingering in deeps betwixt what left and stayed,
A perfume I gather amid the waste.
Suffused is the scent, in the deepest of deeps,
And unfolded I am to the invitation of life.
The sweets that drop from the lips of life,
To it I yield, in a fragrance of delight.
The song that gaily flows along the way,
Wafts across the hedge to the garden of my deeps.
My lips are thus parted in the soft, scented sweets,
To evoke the feelings, long lost in winds.

Though the seasons of life, fleeing they seemed,
Yet unfathomed is the depth of a gift called life.
Now I do soar on the wings of flight,
As deep in my deeps echoes the call of life.

With the sky above me, I am in love,
With the grounds beneath me,
I gaze upon the leaves, in whose light
I do discover the essence of my being.

Releasing my fragrance from the mystic in me,
Now I do find my streaming love story.
How intimate I am with the moments I have!
How nurturing I am of the celestial wonders!
Surrendering to the unknown,
I break free of a fog that wrapped me for long.
in the haze for years.

Graced I am with a sense of life,
As my tears do fall, deep in my deeps,
From the stirrings of ardors,
Seeker of the mystic delights in life.
A fallen soul into an immense mystery,
My deeps do shine, my lips do seal,
as I dive in the sea of celestial wonders.