Evening time has gone on telling:
At dawn are You coming, Love.
E'en before seeing, welcome I proclaim;
E'en before coming, take my reverent salutation.
Flowers, they are all requesting;
Petals dance with honey.
They've ignored joy and grief,
Just thinking 'bout You, hey Esteemed One.
Calling, she is rising, a bird of daybreak;
Melody has she practiced, all night awake.
Of love songs nothing pending does remain;
Please brighten mind with crimson color.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Our tryst is overdue
Sunday, September 28, 2025
Playing on emotion
Yourself had I desired
In grief and in gladness amid psyche.
You appeared in new clothing,
In a floral dress, oh in a garb of beauty.
Of Your virtue there is no comparison;
Expressed through dance and rhythm various.
And also when unexpressed, it is mysterious;
Bewildered mind beseeches mercy.
You exist in each and every sphere,
Expressed or not, with flash of light or ebony.
In the blink of an eye, You fetch a smile or tears;
At any time from afar and any time from near.
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Saturday, September 27, 2025
His splendor dominates
He has come dressed in light's raiment;
He has cast away the darkness.
Fog-ebony, a black curtain,
In a trice, lost has it gotten.
That ebony, it had been most gloomy,
Inertial darkness in the realm of psyche.
As soon as came my Dearest Darling,
Light-rays have danced in a moment.
Many a season, date, and month have departed;
Incessantly, immense rain has fallen.
Many floral garlands, with dust have they mingled;
But His luster has remained unfaded.
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Friday, September 26, 2025
Everything for Him
Everything that He went, having given,
He goes ever smiling, the mind taking.
Not a thing did He covet;
All to Him everyone, they offer.
Past all things, wanted and unwanted,
His throne resides at a higher level.
From His love emanates effulgence;
Him forsaken, it's hard to stay living.
On the far shore of my light and darkness,
Beyond color, in one and the same vessel,
Strength and psyche, Himself they express;
All created entities, His praise they sing.
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Thursday, September 25, 2025
Sings a song of the Infinite
Today what realm of fancy have You created
On this Phalgun full-moon day?
You have come with the message of heaven,
With this moonlight, brightly ablaze.
Today outer and inner, become one they have;
There's no disparity between dream and fact.
Mind's flight of geese migrates to a distant land;
A house on far azure with alien it's made.
The unimagined within thought comes in bevy;
Between spoken and unspoken, no gap is there.
That same call, all listening keep hearing;
At frontier, the call sings Infinity's lay.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2025
Proof of life
Into thinking come, oh Darling mine.
If before eyes You don't fancy,
Into thinking come, oh Darling mine.
My painstakingly entwined
Garland molted, and yet thread abides;
Giving hope, why do You deceive?
What I do, that is Your action;
Eternally ever-freshly born.
I have realized, hey the New-Amazing One,
You've made a divine play by way of me.
Always with me I know You exist;
By sleet and lightning am I whipped.
Through meteor and crash of thunder
You fetch consciousness by way of misery.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Appear before me
Under this moonlight dreamy,
Earth floats on with rapt psyche,
Under this moonlight dreamy.
Full of zest upon the mental mirror,
By which magic does it dance and sing,
Earth floats along, it goes on floating.
Unfathomably deep is my Most Beloved;
Yet He is the innermost, nonetheless.
Sweetest amid a great sweetness,
He makes faint by a chiming melody.
Come even when unasked, I can't prevent that;
When asking too please arrive , fetch I can't.
Before eyes and in thought, His sight I catch
In the jewel of my mind, rumbling.
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Our communion
You have come by my side, You've appeared;
You've arrived alongside in month of Spring.
My dirtiness, my filthiness,
Withdrawn endlessly You've let be.
I had been aslumber on a bed of dust;
You came below to lift me up.
Day and night You propel to the fore;
Always You've remained in company.
The Traveler unknown, Welcome Guest unfamiliar,
Even than life itself You are much more.
For a brief moment upon eyelids do inform:
Is it so that You've received my proximity!
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Sunday, September 21, 2025
Ever moving
You've arrived, a lamp You've set blazing
In a gloomy world, in a world of ebon...
Those who'd been asleep, those who were crying,
For their awakening, to make a smile blossom.
Everyone is Your own, everyone someone dear;
You're the most intimate person of everybody.
One and all having received with mind driven amok,
You have composed a divine sport.
Work You go on doing, untiring,
Forward movement's unruly audacity.
With the car You drive, road You traverse,
In an everlasting motion.
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Winter to spring
Why does the springtime come, a vernal breeze
Fathoms not, although perceived.
Alas today, like Phalgun wind, Whom does mind long for–
My mind does not see.
Notes of the cuckoo's call,
To everyone they beckon–
Say they: "Please come and sit close by;
This day arrives not frequently."
A game of color in the worldly sphere,
From form-free is the cosmic play of form only–
It goes on giving and requests naught;
For the spring's advent no debt is there.
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Saturday, September 20, 2025
Notice everyone
In this my floral garden, privately,
Oh Who are You arrived today?
Home getting fresh green leaf, it painted mind;
Forgotten was all shame.
The bulbul on a branch sings;
With scent the buds of mango beam.
On firmament drifts a palash beauty,
Fresh garment having arrayed.
To dust drop fervent blossoms of Spanish cherry;
Blooms of silk-cotton watch, filled with audacity.
The trumpet trees look on with head held lofty,
Their golden coronet given a shake.
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Friday, September 19, 2025
A puzzled mind
Then, my Darling, why did You not arrive,
When there'd been an opportune time?
Mental secrets had been practiced in melody;
Lost at present, they retired.
On wrist had been bangles, upon head a wreath;
A wicker tray[1] was I arranging.
What fire was amassed and blazing,
A lantern did it set alight.
Daytime goes away, abated comes the light;
What is good and bad I've been able to realize.
This my lamp, presently You ignite;
Love You pour into a hungry life.
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Thursday, September 18, 2025
I know it cannot be...
Why on a passageway of only happiness,
Alone am I, alone I am?
So many persons are there, so many rays of light;
On Earth and in Heaven is a painted portrait.
Spores of floral pollen, a blossom they move with;
On secluded forest path is reed pipe of the Flautist...
Rush wheels of a chariot, summoned by its sonance.
Somewhere is there not anybody mine–
Only that I ponder at depths of mind.
All-pervasively You exist with a love flawless,
By a sweetly charming manner dabbed.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2025
I haven't a clue
Under this same blossoming Cadamba tree,
I had been in tears.
Along with the frogs, on a solitary seat,
I'd sat at a space lonely.
A cloud goes on calling and makes the peacock dance;
A dream-entwined mind does flash.
By Whose loving affection, through an unknown liking,
Surges my dispirited psyche?
Pollen of screwpine is afloat on the breeze;
With new tears a jui jasmine fragrance beams.
However many closed doors had belonged to me,
By power of Whose mantra, they opened in a wink!
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Tuesday, September 16, 2025
He appears, He sings, He leaves
At a kadam grove with bamboo accumulation,
Peacock-calls invoke Whose invitation?
Whose love did infuse hope
In an eye-blink, adorned by horripilation?
On the Northeast corner floats collyrium;
At Southwest is the moon's smile luminous.
Approaching from afar, in hope of apprehension,
Peacocks dance to His thrilling vibration.
Who is that Unfamiliar Guest, smiling sweetly?
In a wink He comes and goes, lunar day disregarding.
Hymns like nectar's essence, constantly does He sing,
With a sensitivity of the Ever-Unknown One.
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Monday, September 15, 2025
He does it all
Today why do you kindle light;
By moonlight the world is filled.
With delight the moon's smile
Plays a flute, dripping ambrosia.
A flower goes not near to anyone;
Around her dances everyone.
If she looks at someone,
She but says: To me surrender.
Of this springtime, there's no likeness;
In a dream, heaven and hell are knit.
Due to the One many awaken;
Love's flow is exhausted.
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Sunday, September 14, 2025
Lord, please hit pause
Tell just once that I am Thine.
Musing I've moved, I've searched for You;
I've been apprehensive oftentimes.
Lured by the world having become,
I've lost both heart and mind, direction I've lost.
Though having been my polestar, a market is brought
In front of me time after time.
My sun is in the west, daytime vanishes;
By way of a dust-game, don't persist forgotten.
Your sport divine, halt it for a moment,
Taking me, oh Darling, this time.
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Saturday, September 13, 2025
Let me contribute
Lord, the wheels of Your chariot,
Forward go they incessantly.
They move, vying with and dispelling darkness;
Variegated, their majesty.
Nobody stays left behind, lagging or fallen;
Everyone gets on board, helpless or afflicted.
Those people who, to climb up, are unable,
Lifting them, You receive.
Those passengers on the path of light,
All of them are one's allies.
Having broken the iron jail of mind,
In You they find a home everlasting.
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Friday, September 12, 2025
How and why You do it?
Before eyes come Darling, love please accept
On this sweet evening.
Today neath the southern wind, a hawk-cuckoo sings
With bewildered psyche.
I have been awake for many ages
With a heady fondness.
By blossom's honeyed pollen,
This mind declares welcoming.
No more can hide-and-seek be borne;
That game took place times enough.
Quintessence I have known You are;
Though having known, does staying away succeed?
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Thursday, September 11, 2025
I don't speak Bengali
A song I go on singing, I make You hear;
Whether You listen, I know not.
I go on rehearsing tune with ideation to the full;
Linguistic considerations I heed not.
Earth goes on orbiting in shackles of love only,
With music mode, tempo, and beat, but the tones baffling...
That voice resonating on Your veena strings,
Anyone but You understands it not.
In tune's seven notes from an unfit one rumbling,
With rhythm and dancing stirred up by that melody...
My mental lute it wakens through that twanging;
That, Beloved, do You notice not?
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Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Just see
Essentially, when You set adrift,
Unknown and unfamiliar had You been,
While nearby, my same vicinity within.
You've remained in contemplation;
You've applied color to concentration.
Yet amok You have run with deception
By a web of magic.
You are present, eye-to-eye before;
Taking shape You have moved into thought.
By Shravana and Nididhyasana,
You've made a divine play cosmic.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2025
I might get distracted...
Why had You appeared; why did You disappear,
Saying nothing?
Hoping for Your advent, I go on reckoning moments
Through my pain-filled tears.
Solar entity arrives at morning–
Into life it pours a light stream;
But mind's ebony stays hard to reach,
Unspeaking and very deep.
Behind western mountain[1] does the sun proceed,
With the evening hues sparkling,
The moonlit night's magic ringed
By bright and blithe vivacity;
But my gloom, it is extreme,
Like antimony unsleeping.
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Monday, September 8, 2025
Even amid thorns only
As You came not before eyes, in thinking mine,
Please come to my lonesome retreat.
In life ever gazing toward arrival path,
With hope I am surviving.
In my tiny rose garden
Come no flowers, but are thorns;
Those thorns are giving prick.
Like ebb tide after flood,
I am restless, patience am I missing;
On this cruelty, always I am thinking.
Even at present a good time is there:
The air vernal on this night Phalgunii.[nb 2]
You remain for an instant,
Neath this full moon with a moonlight very soothing.
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Sunday, September 7, 2025
You, my Love
You are in my temple of thought, Sweetheart;
You are my Love.
You're amid the mind in myriad garments;
Hey the One Who's fit for welcome.
You are in every form although being formless,
The bodiless consciousness in scent and incense.
In winter's mist and in a shower's burflower,
Hey the One Who's worthy of reception.
In hearing and in thinking and in reverie intent,
In meditation pose, concentration, and control of breath,
In a crude container or the mental room gem-bedecked,
In every situation, beyond comparison.
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Saturday, September 6, 2025
Can't pin You down
You, my Lord, in life, in demise,
You are ever with me day and night.
Neath an extreme rainstorm's beating You are there;
You dance on the sweet wind of a southern breeze.
In the tune of nor'wester, You compose prosody,
Every moment with the air and with fire.
Birthless and deathless is Your cosmic sport;
Your game is through fracture and creation.
In winter a coolness, then the summer warmth;
By being contrary, inwardly You smile.
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Friday, September 5, 2025
Lord, give me trouble
Neath the rain a-pitterpatter on this night,
Psyche craves You only, for You alone yearns the mind
Under hailstones, like a banner on the stamen of screwpine.
Today animated are the frogs;
Lost in darkness is the course of meteors.
At sound of a reed pipe the pond's brim is gorged;
By sonance does the kadam arbor's earth delight.
Having taken welfare's sprout in hand,
You always came along with dance.
Sin and gloom and foulness to ban,
Love's distilled nectar is the hymn in paradise.
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Thursday, September 4, 2025
Blossom and song
That same full moon of Phalgun has returned, my Darling;
At psyche's forest please arrive, love do bring.
From each blossom on a bough of trees medlar,
Allow the pouring out of fragrance sweet and friendly.
Upon every tree a fresh greenery has arisen;
New buds have appeared with the springtime winds.
Blooms have gone on filling the mind's garden;
Your song's wicker tray, by that may You be pleased.
In cadence, beat, and music mode sing calls of peacock and cuckoo;
The psychic sweetness in their tune, it makes one swoon.
Hymns go afloat by stretching the strings of a lute
Oh You, please pull that nigh, unto Your proximity.
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Wednesday, September 3, 2025
Every reason to be pleased
Helpless am I at Your sanctuary;
Gaze You with eyes of kindness, hey my Deity.
Very great are You, I am minuscule;
Do say, who else will understand my anxiety?
You have given meals, and You have given dwelling;
In winter, a covering and daily company.
Parental tenderness and a home affectionate;
You have given everything with sweetness replete.
Of desire there is naught in this world unrealized;
You go on giving all, everything at its own time.
In happiness and sorrow, You are ever alongside;
And yet I pray for mercy, hey Ordainer of Destiny.
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Tuesday, September 2, 2025
He caters to all our needs
In lonely thinking, my universe within,
Oh Who are You, come You did!
A lamp was not lit, no garland was extended;
By Your own beauty a quarter of the world You filled.
Worthy of worship as God, You are the divinity;
So with devotion humbly do I offer my poverty.
Your love and affection You lavish on me,
At a lonesome site, a locale secluded.
From outer space races in Your tidings,
An audible message for the sake of every ear.
Boundless is Your form, myriad Your poetry;
Upon revelation, living beings float on ample water.
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Monday, September 1, 2025
My Gopal is permissive
My Gopal has got misplaced;
At mind's Vrindavan I weep.
Calling and calling Him, I don't obtain;
Nonetheless, hope to heart I leash.
I did not hear His words;
Only pain have I transferred.
A garland of love's color
I thread, yet ne'er did I make wear.
Candor has He wanted;
Mine had been a line curved.
On a crooked path Himself to gain,
I have craved constantly.
I think in the end is brooking
Sin, if today He appears.
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