-my Stella - 99 Poem by Prabir Gayen
-my Stella - 99
My Stella-99
A glimpse that I wish
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At this far end from life,
In deep dungeon of boozing,
Crapulence of pain that numbed
The sinew with struggle for useless living,
I stand alone with nobody to hold my hand,
baffled and bemused by aching heart,
Years reeled and rolling with empty eyes,
Toothless smile in a desert.
Life! a footprint that leaves no trace to follow.
A pathless path that exhales instant.
Into thebuzzing invisible in dim darkness,
the unknown tune regardless to life,
from unknown source, the dirge.
The dead self within dead corpus.
Inexhaustible the journey andtedious is the way,
Effortless effort beyond the grip.
I live with no sign of aliveness.
Will thou not show a glimpse -soft- hearted
Semblance for this weak, lonesome lover?
Time is wanton and unruly,
Passion's bona fide enemy.
Death is blessing than to roll in time's merciless blow to cut our clan, to isolate us
from our metaphysical confluence.
The dead self within dead corpus. Inexhaustible the journey andtedious is the way, Effortless effort beyond the grip. I live with no sign of aliveness.
Will thou not show a glimpse -soft- hearted Semblance for this weak, lonesome lover? Time is wanton and unruly, Passion's bona fide enemy. Death is blessing than to roll in time's merciless blow to cut our clan, to isolate us from our metaphysical confluence
Will thou not show a glimpse -soft- hearted Semblance for this weak, lonesome lover? Time is wanton and unruly, Passion's bona fide enemy. Death is blessing than to roll in time's merciless blow to cut our clan, to isolate us from our metaphysical confluence.
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5/2/2024 7:03:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The dead self within dead corpus. Inexhaustible the journey andtedious is the way, Effortless effort beyond the grip. I live with no sign of aliveness....