- -My Stella - - 48 Poem by Prabir Gayen
- -My Stella - - 48
- - My stella - - 48
Save me with thy love
Verily deep is the sorrow of life,
the moving on the floor is an uneasy faltering as ifOn the chaos.
Life of man is promiscuous and episodic for dreams inordinate and arbitrary.
Heart is shallowed for mind's bemused hankering for nonempty.
Fanatic man frenetic and lunatic,
Isolated, swooned and unwary man,
Modern men are easy prey to comity willfuland wayward.
Love's sweetest hands are moorish and unproductive.
The age of fatuousness where idiocy is the way of opulence.
The unrhythmic beat, restless panting and unharmonious steps of fluid in vein,
death's writ in each drooping fall of breath doth hold not thee away from me.
Blood blister in heart for the wounds of long waiting and crying in pain every moment for an embrace without skaldic view, but one breath in plenary feeling,
Thou and I one room, columbine of a deserted Grove.
Come stella like a floating bridge and fill this soft dying chalice with thy inelastic delight.
Fancy not and nor the supernal winning,
Substantive full of oomph and cleanfrom thy side do I wish.
Fancy not and nor the supernal winning, Substantive full of oomph and cleanfrom thy side do I wish. ..............
Fancy not and nor the supernal winning, Substantive full of oomph and cleanfrom thy side do I wish. ....
Blood blister in heart for the wounds of long waiting and crying in pain every moment for an embrace without skaldic view, but one breath in plenary feeling, Thou and I one room, columbine of a deserted Grove. Come stella like a floating bridge and fill this soft dying chalice with thy inelastic delight.
Modern men are easy prey to comity willfuland wayward. Love's sweetest hands are moorish and unproductive. The age of fatuousness where idiocy is the way of opulence. The unrhythmic beat, restless panting and unharmonious steps of fluid in vein, death's writ in each drooping fall of breath doth hold not thee away from me.
Isolated, swooned and unwary man, Modern men are easy prey to comity willfuland wayward. Love's sweetest hands are moorish and unproductive.
Verily deep is the sorrow of life, the moving on the floor is an uneasy faltering as ifOn the chaos. Life of man is promiscuous and episodic for dreams inordinate and arbitrary. Heart is shallowed for mind's bemused hankering for nonempty. Fanatic man frenetic and lunatic,
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5/3/2024 1:03:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Live is everything....absolute.....