The Room Is Empty Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Room Is Empty

The room is empty,
Only occasional wind pass,
Dust and dust in the air,
The dust of memory is strong,
The room is empty and space is vast,
The sound of no sound is suppressed,
Familiar faces of past self are vague,
Life Unlived is stronger than reality,
The languid air conditioning the mind,
The vast mind with dark cloud,
The strong Wistful-eyed past
thronging in the living present,
The sonorous song of futility blows,
The blowing is deep with vicious circle,
The circle within circles,
On the bank the waiting for the sky,
The sky of dissolving without meeting point,
Every point is a drop of space,
The merging is the beginning of returning,
On the verge of falling it is falling,
The room is empty and the emptiness is
like bottomless mimosa,
Growing and growing ad infinitum,
The room is empty and it is like
zero within and without with no butting,
The room is empty and it is empty
without emptiness.

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Prabir Gayen -29/09/2019 - - 10: 48 PM.