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Friday, 8 January 2021
Thursday, 7 January 2021
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE EMERALD WAVES.....
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE EMERALD WAVES.....
O MY LOVE! THIS IS WHAT THOU ART TO ME.
O my Love! Thou art the silver lining of hope among the darkest clouds of despair,
That doth succour me past praise like a pulley to surpass the humps with cautious care,
That doth promise me beyond an iota of doubt the sunny days of comfort and mirth,
That doth assure me like a good yield after the timely rains of bliss without any dearth!
O my Love! Thou art the healing balm among the sorest lesions of topsy-turvies and sorrows,
That doth assuage the pinch of the grief throes and predict a quick arrival of the merry morrows,
That doth prognosticate, "Your painful days are over, and heydays are the matter of time,
My gentle touch and soothing care will surely recuperate you to sing life's sweetest rhyme!"
O my Love! Thou art the prettiest Rose in my life surrounded with the thorns of adversity,
That doth mitigate my pangs of sad morbidity as Full Moon removes the blithe light's scarcity,
That doth remove my sombre solitude as the reviving showers bring to the earth glee,
That doth end my sulky days of goom as in the presence of the sweetest smiles the sourest tears flee!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 07.01.2021
Tuesday, 5 January 2021
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
O my Love! Let's soar to a State faster than light, and higher than the clouds,
Where, the din of the mundane worries and anxieties, the sweet serenity shrouds,
Where we can quench our thirsts drinking the delicious draughts of Elysian ecstasy,
Where we can mitigate our hearts' hunger forever guzzling the elixir of peace!
O my Love! Let's soar sooner to a realm to heal our wounds of worries with our panacea of Love,
To relieve ourselves of the ominous glares reclining and rejoicing on the chariot of Dove,
To solve smoothly, with our foolproof startegies and stratagems, life's inscrutable mystery,
To forget forever the sores of sorrows singing blissfully the ballads of our Love's victory;
Yes, O my Love, to get rid of tedious monotony, and humdrum hallucinogen,
And to befriend beatitude; embrace euphoria as the eternal denizens of Heaven!
Glossary
din - noise
Elysian ecstasy - heavenly happiness
guzzling - eating too much
elixir - nectar, ambrosia, amrut
ominous glares - inauspicious/unholy look
reclining - relaxing
rejoicing - feeling a great joy
stratagems - plans
inscrutable - hard to understand or interpret
ballad - a song that tells a story
monotony - dullness, cheerlessness
humdrum - boring
hallucinogen - a substance that produces hallucinations/illusions
beatitude - a state of utmost bliss or joy
euphoria - happiness
denizens - dwellers, citizens
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