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Creative Video/Editing/Voice/Music/Recitation by Monalisa

Poetry by J

Like A Boat On A River : Journey of Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy (Yogishwar)

Like a boat on a river...

On the footprints of my time eternity sings its song

Through passageways and desolate streets

Through marketplaces where crowd gather and disperse

In sweetshops between happy hours of daydream and play

The afternoon lazily looked up to stars in the brine twilight

Reading the lost epitaphs buried in the wind’s chapel

Stirring ether’s momentary wings with dry leaves and daisy

I have forged my words with a strange rhythm that beats the city

After moonrise when windows shut from the last humming of the engines

Pokes at the streetlamp looking at the Dog Star

Its shows on the weary pavements patterns that you cannot recognize

And I walk unseen breathing the winter’s merry air

My cigarette, the ever burning hope of the promise of the sun

By divine light, I have known the preamble of these worlds

They stand on an absolute principle of love

Mountains and aging forests where knowledge reclines

Rivers, estuaries pristine as the Ganges

Await on the ghats coming of the Lord’s epiphany

Youthful hours have sacrificed seconds on the dawn’s sacred plenitude

And as I approached the ferry side a wild flower draped in white

Called to my innermost being

It spoke in soft mused rhyme

And chanted the divine melody of life

And the world awoke in its ‘ananda’ floating

Like a boat on a river...

It’s like a boat on a river

- J