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Stephenean Love Sonnets in Sufi, Mystic and Bhakti Traditions

Sonnets below by Stephen Gill have significant use of alliterative devices. Each is of eighteen lines in a single paragraph and consists of one hundred words. The last lines rhymes with the preceding line.

These are some peculiarities of Stephenean love sonnets to be released later in 2017. Some literary critics and academicians find traces of Sufism, mysticism and the Bhakti tradition of India. Well-known Gitanjli by Robindernath Tagore, a Nobel Laureate, was the product of the Bhakti tradition.

I feel happy to add that in Stephenean Sonnets love is the single thread that unites humans and the unity of humans is the strength of humans in love and those who are in love are united with eternity and eternity is the all-pervading power and this all-pervading power is present in every tree, in every flower and in every moment. This truth, the other name of love, is the pivot of my sonnets. This truth is the heritage of civilizations from the beginning of life and is even now, in spite of the fact that these civilizations and cultures have developed in different ages and under different geographical regions. I find this truth in the kirtans in the Hindu temples; in the quawallies at Muslim Darghas; in the songs of Gurbani in Sikh gurdwaras and in the hymns and psalms in the churches of different denominations.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 56

I garden to offer fresh roses to you.

As I rightfully water

their fragrant spell radiates me and

the obvious appearance of their

unrivalled beauty brightens me.

I grab sticking thorns becoming their

fallen petals living and dying for you.

The dignity of their soothing hue

is my mastering mania and their

sweet sight illumines when I write.

They make me sing and cry.

To humble my pride

their energizing gaze

enters into animated dialogue

as a saint or a sage.

In my pagoda of truth and faith

they are the bounty of the bride

at best, blessed and benign.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 55

Crazed creatures of dark delights

have chased our dove to a distant land

where they choke her songs

by the strings of paralyzing fear

in the wilderness of their illusive sphere.

On their sand

the blind brutes write macabre laws

whose spectre stalks here.

Its teeth have mangled

the serene sparrow of my higher self.

Let us pass this evening

listening to a nocturnal crescendo

from the bird not afar.

In the silken cocoon of your touch

my innate flair shall easily thrive.

Our love shall become the pulse

of my new rhythm in the night

as it silently dies.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 47

Night knocks noisily at the door

when I hear the rattle of volcanic fury

from the traders of terror.

They shape with inhuman creeds

strangely structured maniac beings

while our seraphs securely sleep

on the roofs of snobbish breed.

Sweetest is the bread that tastes

the days of the comforting peace.

With the hunger

that nourishes sincerity in love

I wait for your return

on a stallion to address my concerns.

Because of the frightening beast

I shall swap the days of my ease

singing simple psalms for you

from the memory’s stormless retreat.

You own all that I need.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 45

I walk with no special thoughts

along Saint Lawrence River

where I hear stunning coos

which remind mystically of you.

I sleep peacefully on the moon

with my sight on stars.

They are not vague though afar.

When they go

I will see them once more

like you, I know.

They are camps in the hive

that give reasons to be alive

as I do for you.

You stay in the nest of my safest hope

that I keep in the cave of my passion

and trust.

It energizes my open approach

to see you even with my eyes closed.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 43

Meet me often

firmly when the moon is full and fair

and calmly flowing waters confide

with the infinity of wonders guiding birds

with silver light in the dark dark night.

The bathing pebbles will narrate our

courtship and town laughs and groans.

Sincerity shall not drift

even if the coldest draft blows.

Shame is just a name and

falter a ferocious foe.

Our bond is the unspoken ocean

between coasts to share unfrozen.

It is neither I nor you

nor the poet’s ink that fears

neither the gust and dew.

Our love shall ever grow

stronger, joyful and new.

Stephenean Love Sonnet 12

I seek the blessings of peace

in the ale that never dries.

At the altar of you, where the self

prostrates before the muse of lyrics,

I exalt love who is the singer of life

that keeps me alive.

I build pillars

around its spectrum of light

to keep out

the lizards of unhealthy strife.

You’re the hunger

that is the best pickle in the feast

of my unchartered territory.

My love for you has no barriers,

no color, no age, no lies

and has nothing to hide.

It renders purifying mantra of the

fatal optimism from our ageless ties.

Stephen Gill—Canada

About the author:

Stephen Gill, a multiple award winning self-exiled Indo/Canadian poet, fiction-writer and essayist, has authored more than thirty books. He is the subject of doctoral dissertations, and research papers. Thirteen books of critical studies have been released by book publishers on his works and more are on the way. The focus of his writing is love and peace. His poetry and prose have appeared in about one thousand publications. Sites: www.stephengill.ca and .stephengillcriticism.info