Prabir Gayen Biography

Name- Prabir Kumar Gayen.
Poet-Modern poet and a painter.
Wife- Meethi Gayen.
Parents- Bimal Gayen. Mina Gayen.

Residence-

Born in a village of West Bengal, India.

Village- Fatepur
PO- Fatepur,
Ps-falta.
Dist-south 24 parganas.
Pin-743513.
Near city-kolkata.
phone-+917908599123/9933820923
Schooling- Fatepur Sreenath institution.

College- Fakir Chand college, Diamond Harbour r.University of Calcutta.

Studied- English literature from the University of calcutta.

Relation-:

Sister- Pampa Mondal. Sukla Harder.

Brothers- Avik Mondal. Subir Gayen.

Parents in law-Amal kumar Mandal and Sandhya Mondal.

Friends- Rajesh Halder. Alokesh Mandal. Bikash Mondal. Santanu Mondal. Kalyan Natua., samir Kumar. Dibyendu Roy.Priyabrata Mondal.

Student and support- Kausik Raj, Prerona Hati, Debdutta Mondal.
Special One -- Aradhya Mondal, Rudra Mondal.

Master Spiritual Teacher- H H Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.
Book - The Whisper of Infinity

Preface

- Preface -

All these poems are written as an exertion to feel the vastness of life with all its myriad forms and colours.They are simply to feel wonderment.
The emotions that are expressed through different moods and manners are simply to make me feel the inner emptiness. Poetry as I feel is the expression of certain feelings that become clouds in the sky of consciousness.
Once expressed through words and through heartfelt pain and pleasure a sense of relief dawns in the inner realm of being and I feel that space of wordless emptiness is the root to peace and harmony, the space of soundless beauty. in a broad sense poetry brings liberation
and I call it poetic liberation or poetic approach to truth that shreds all inessential thoughts and emotions to attain pure emptiness.My Stella and other poems are an eager endeavour, on the part of me, to come to feel that which can not be felt or can not be experienced.The powerful feelings that I underwent through my heart looking at the apparent futility of life and deep ignorance about the pristine part of death became poetry and I within and without became its lone witness.
My poetry is my inner wisdom and outer ignorance combined.with poetry I am nothing and without poetry I am nothing too. My poetry is the expression of my absolute nothingness.

Stella
(A Poem in the Voice of Silence)
by Prabir Kumar Gayen
Prologue
(When Silence remembered Her name)
Before the tongue of fire touched Time,
She was—
not form, not thought,
but a stillness deeper than the origin of sound.
She was not arrival—
she was the breath before Becoming,
the presence unnamed in the hesychia of God.
She was already
in the ache of the unborn flower,
in the sleep of stars not yet dreamed.
The void folded its hands before her breath.
They named her Stella—
only when silence lit its first lamp in the void,
and God's hidden sorrow sang in threads of light.

In the Chamber of Stella
(after the silence of stars)
Is there a Vast beyond the flame of Stella?
Who holds the dark when no one names her name?
That ancient breath where all beginnings burn,
the breath that stirs before the Silence moves,
the ache that sleeps beneath the god's closed eyes.
She walks within the marrow of all things,
her feet bare-flamed across the dusk of thought.
A single tear in Time becomes her song,
and through that note, the galaxies arise.
No crown endures, no will remains awake—
but only Stella wears the robe of stars.
No strength is strength unless it learns to fall,
no soul is whole that has not knelt in flame.
Each talent breaks, a mirror lost in mist,
if Stella is not the whisper in its core.
Even the wise speak silence in her gaze,
and flame forgets itself before her feet.
Beauty is but a petal crushed by time
unless she lifts it toward the Infinite.
And Desire, blind and kneeling in the dark,
is mere mud—
unless she walks beside him, barefoot.
O Stella,
in Thee all stars are stitched and unstitched.
In Thee the silence weeps its first gold tear.

@Prabir Gayen
6 April 2025 / 3: 30 AM