Life Is A Vague Hope Poem by Prabir Gayen

Life Is a vague hope

Through me and through every fiber of me
let You pass,
Make waves of love and Joy,
Life is nothing but a joyous song.

Let You flow through me making me
nothing and a past history,
Life of mine is gone beyond time,
Only a shadow in disguise of life.

The warmth of time with joy and of sorrow
is a thing of the past,
Every day is a cold winter morn,
Full of mist and dim light.

All the rhythm of life is lost,
All the sweet branches of tree,
Young minds are now aged,
Many have gone beyond border.

The light from the eyes is dim,
It blinks from past to future,
The present is deeply naught,
A sheer absence of presence.

The Earth is moving backward step
and forward to bygone days,
Life is slowing down the lane,
Only those days are without trace.

The pain that was deeply Joyous,
Fingering the deepest part of being
and becoming the witness of hope
for a brighter days of Love
is now soundless misery.

Every illusion of life is barely open,
Every promise is pathetically false,
Dream is broken to dead truth,
Truth is a mere witness to sorrow.

Life's journey to becoming more,
Life's work of shining with grandeur
are a painful emptiness,
The silent nature witnesses all.

In lone hour of deep sleep,
Life appears to be painful dream,
All sweetness is gone forever,
Let You pass making me feel my inability
to live with timely muse.

The sweet aroma of dear dream,
The hope of the next moment,
The ultimate moment of Joy,
All celebration of being and becoming
are nothing but false.

All the journey is proved to be false,
All the sky of expectation
is useless and like mirage,
Every step taken in hope is of fault,
Life is a beautiful misconception.

Through Your light and knowledge,
Sometimes with fleeting glee
of mindless Mind
life befell with mystic sign
and nothing happened,
The stupid mind failed to connect
the timeless beauty of silence.

Alone in the field of bygone days,
Within the bygone memory and mind,
Life is back with uncouth pain,
Back to savage path of exile.

Only old friends are absent,
Some are rich some are gone,
Familiar faces are lost
in the waves of life and difficulties.

Through the ladder of life
I am back to my lost days and nights,
The soil to embrace me again,
The air to take my breath
with joyful song of poor heaven.

Let You flow through me when I am not in me,
My my-ness is a great Iniquity
and mendacious approach to life,
I am lost to myself and now
only You are to flow
through me when I am not as a dividing presence.

@prabir Gayen:
1 June,2020,12: 34 AM.