- The Galleria
Poems by R Y Deshpande
The World of the Gods
Hung above the dome of night like a jewel-fire
Glimmers the chandelier-world of the gods, --
A splendour drawn from the womb of the Vast,
Or like a million flames bursting from the sun
A ruby-glow thrown in each bud-passion of life.
It bears no shadow but under its wings brood
Our thoughts, and awake here our early dawns:
Over this peak towards which climb our sights
Summits of the Eternal lean into Time.
Here enters the primal ray into Ignorance,
A wave that brings to us tidings of the far sea,
A storm-speed that takes the sky to Infinity.
Denizens of this world are our guardian-friends
Who drink honey-wine of the Earth’s sacrifice, --
In their felicity expands her bosom
As though the Unborn found his beloved.
God of Light
God of light sleeping in a mystery-flame,
Gold of love drawn into an inward rapture,
All heaven folded in a sapphire repose,
Trance ineffable of a splendoured silence...
His the eagle-poise of superconscient peace,
His the calm of a wide englobing halo...
Lord of the creative, the conquering force,
Smile of the Supreme and the winning strength,
Blaze noon-intense of the godhead’s brilliant triumph...
His the penance claiming divinity for man,
His the destiny’s labour with earth’s heavy load,
His the will bringing to soul the Oversoul...
A brow of gleaming vision’s mystic expanse,
Breast a diamond-cup of infinity’s bliss,
Sun-feet strolling on eternity’s luminous ways,
Only a blue-gold Elysian hue of the High...
A Truth-resplendence in tranquil lotus-name,
King and Poet of the supramental Word!