Me and My Songs

 
My God, the Greatest Poet, I am ready to give you drink
from this cup, or food from this plate, from my very life.
It is your delight seeing your creation with my eyes, silently
standing at the portals of my ears listening to your harmony.

Your world is weaving words in my mind

and your joy is adding music to them
as you give yourself to me in love, and then feel
your own sweetness within, and through me.
 
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 65

Henry Victor          27.12.2012

The Signature of Eternity

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
The day when I was not ready for you, Oh my King
you entered my cave, my heart, uninvited and unknown
as one in the common crowd, pressing the ring
of eternity on countless fleeting moments of my life.

Today when by chance I reflect on those minutes
and see your indelible signature laying scattered
in the cosmic dust mixed with the misty memory
of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

But you never turn away from my childish play
with dust and mist, or disregard me for my lack of a track,
and I know the foot-steps that I hear in my playroom
are the same as those echoing from one star to another.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 43

Henry Victor          02.11.2012