My Stella - 6 - My Liberation Poem by Prabir Gayen

To my stella. 6
Stella- my liberation.

On the way my lord to thy door, to thy ever widening space,
The world is loose and the end is open ,
Lived I to the core and life is good till now,
Mind fulfilled all its pros and cons,
The moon, the stars and all wonders of thy
Opus and orb effect not my listless soul.
Words on words and phrases full with oppressed thought and emotion deep failed to heart.
Stillness is painful and music is morbid.
A patch of cloud and full-fledged moon over murky water is not dreamful to eyes,
Blurred vision with nebulous pain and suffering obscure to heart bids farewell.
On thy way though flute, drum and string, dances not the heart with joy and peace.
A land of sylvan stillness stops not the pain that heart rings every moment.
A storm, gale or deluge evaporate not the commotion pinching every now and then,
Heart's stillness like tortoise shell and slumberous sleep like Street dogs and cold blood like a frog do nothing to mould fickleness.
Enormous night and day delightful art not enough to make me oblivious of my stella,
My stella, a heaven on earth, a deep potion of death -stricken being, a world of love and hugs and kisses with no pretention,
My stella, like the swallow, the philomel or the lark or skylark or the nightingale is my liberation.