Meeting Him In My Dream Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - Meeting Him in my dream - - - ; Thou came in my dream and
Cared me with thy love and with
fountain of compassion.

Thou held me press in thy
bosom and tears flowed,
Memory of thousand lives found
It's oceanic rest.

Thou came and cared in the light glaucous and flickering,
Light spreads like rainbow bifurcated by stray cloud.
Thy hands were as cold as snow that falls in early morning hour.

Thy eyes never lost not my sight,
not a moment did thou let loose thy hand,
Thy close and tight hand rested me in the cold ambiance of peace and serenity.

The World is too loose to hold, too tight to bear. Triumphant seemed the death and relief dawns in that momentous gratefulness.
No trace of weeping, holding or clinging,
Only an oblivious boon of peacefulness alighted in that Exalted loneliness.

Thou came and went,
showed sleazy light in the afternoon of life,
Busy bees were buzzing as if fragrance wast heavy on flowers tossing in mushy wind.
Soil soaked in untimely shower was glittering
As thy footsteps wert fresh till then.
Shower was moving in stable air, and
Mad pursuit of unknown desire did it seem to float as thy presence was heavy for me to bear.