Touch from Within

He, the innermost one, awakens my being
with his touch, planting his enchantment
on my eyes, playing the chords of my heart
in varied pulse of pleasure and pain.

He weaves this web of maya, delusion
in shades of gold, silver, blue and green
and let it peeps through folds of his feet
at whose touch I also forget myself.

Days come and ages pass
and it is he who moves my heart
in many names, in many guises,
in many raptures of joy and of sorrow.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 72

Henry Victor          14.10.2012

From Eternity

I knew not from what eternity
you came right nearer to meet me!
Neither your sun nor the infinite
stars ever kept you hidden from me.

Both in the mornings and evenings
your footsteps had been heard
and your messenger came to me
within my heart, meeting in secret.

Today I know not why my life is agitated
within, causing a whirlwind of joy in my heart
as if the time has come to wind up my effort.
I feel a faint smell of your presence so sweet.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 46

Henry Victor          07.10.2012