Gradual Growth Of Mind Poem by Prabir Gayen

Gradual Growth of Mind

I am on the verge of knowledge,
Any moment with little push
Can happen,
Something can become Nothing,
With great sentence of Nothing
I can be absolutely Yours,
Little play with hellish Joy,
and dreamful ecstasy You are seen vaguely on the line.
Truth is about to herald its essence,
The wanton Joy is the root to
return to sole self,
Beyond Muddy water crystal
stream is seen,
Eternal source of redolence.
Like passing strain through
violent wind On the bosom of waves,
Like the fall of avalanche
on the sea,
breaking every part it moves,
Mind breaks through broken land of joy,
The Dreamland falls apart,
With the mild and then violent push
Every bone broke with dowdy rapture,
Like a fallen angelI fell on ground,
With the rising Sun I rose with New light.
After a violent storm Silence reigns,
After a turbulent flow of waves ocean calms down,
After a stormy night Morning is serene,
After the lifting waft of stinkingdream,
Cosy embrace with mellowing mind,
Dream is vanished like sleep
from eyebrows with dawn.

Life is a broken wings of a butterfly,
Small is very much strong and courageous,
Nothing is absolutely powerful.
With bemused mode of turbulence,
With shaky mode of confidence,
The ocean can be transcended to have
transcendental trance,
With cracking and screaming and
Patterning sound the dullness demised
and fullness dawn,
Within the image of Eery deluge,
Sensual joy of blissful ignorance,
Purity is enshrined like shroud.

Time passed away like fallen leave,
Joy of daylight with shivering pain
Passed through Libertine cheering drinking
every drop of darkness,
New light of love is teeming beyond the end of mind,
Mind; a vast knowledge of sky with
little spoke of nescience,
With boiling point of sense it bursts,
With bursting of mind divinity dawns.
Beauty it is to crwawl into negative
energy for joyful pain to have
painless rejoice,
The ecstasy of owning Oneself.

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