Some Unlistened Moments

   

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

A little music played out of doors by somebody

I do not know

Such moments fill with more delight

Than all the listened moments could ever contain.

I shudder at the mystic joy.

The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptic ears

 Whose horizons are limited by the cynic realities.

Men are needed who can dream of things that never were 

The unheard melodies of the Beyond

Life is but a fragile dewdrop in its perilous way

Hanging on the margin of a leaf

Counting the pulse of falling down at any moment.

The melody seems not to stop there to sing the further

In the sensation of the dissolved present.

It bears all good reasons to be contend

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee

Our races are nurtured by the dark

Dare not to listen the insider

 in the white heat

In keen and quivering ratio with ecstasy

The sky at the closest distance sings in me

The beggar’s banquet best defines

What empty it is within.