Search for a facet...

I stride past the holy halls

I strode past the vines;

I strode past the sun and clouds;

I strode past all skies

And nowhere did I find it out - 

The little facets of my prime.

I strode for love

I strode to win

I strode with doves with coy;

I strode alone for so many lives

It seems my strides were a decoy;

And yet nowhere did I find it out - 

My little facets  of joy.

How many-a-times have I heard it out

The poets burn in heat

When they see a simple sight

A flying aviary  fleet.

The birds - they say

Don't work for fun - They just go on flying,

Their human heart confined here to dust

Feels the pain - goes crying...

Still I move, alone I see

A willow wailing loud

Crying out to the lord, he says

Give me some little sprouts;

I care not, for I still have to find 

Something to call a spree

And yet nowhere did I find it out

My little facets of glee.

Down flows the holy river

She sings and dances and enchants

Seducing the sun by shining in gold

She wails as it becomes dark.

I - another a suitor

Fell in love with her ways

Now that she seemed silver and fair

Rest along her bays

How sweet is the moon tonight

How sweet are the clouds

How sweet everything seems around

How calm is the ground.

Indeed in rest did it I found

It that I searched for long

Not in the angst of failing around

But in the peace of flee

There at the end when I let it go

On the banks of the resting flow I found

And thus Indeed her I found

the felicity that I searched all around...

I obtained this image from Somita Chakarvarty art...