My Stella -No 1 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- To my stella - 1
-Lost voice-

Voice is lost in sad delight of self pain dream,
A deep chasm that cleaves age-old question for liberal charm,
On the centre core of time's breast a tiny cup of
Fleeting gleam.
I loved thee and lost thee for unuttered utterance of ineffable lore, for thy reform.
Moving on dreamless pain without work, without warm and dry regards to bygone
Passion, a little room for thee.

Smile of innocent heart doth hold colours
Of far away land, easy and smooth.
A cold heart of a pathless star, a traveller
wish not to backward move,
Palsied mind halted ever and ever to unbreed a stretching dote, a deathless march to sooth.
Thousand lives on thine eyes and panting breath spread soulful indolence, to thee to dive.

Eternal flame that thou hast flamed for me,
And I am possessed in untidy state of being,
Time's unmoved idleness mirrors unchartered
Me to thee,
And I lost my form weakling though to sink.

Walking straight with blank screen will i go,
And write my name tears flushed, the unsown field to sow.