In Every Bosom Of Dead Worlds Dead Love Speaks Poem by Suman Pal

Thus every night some Stars fall with the sound of dead leaves
With the birth of each day
Distance from one World to Another increases at slow pace
And Love decays into numbness

In the deep black silence
Sound of exhausted gasping or weeping throb
Disappears while floating
In sleeplessness and nightmares
Behind the invisibility of every tangible sight
One vision is always visible


Waiting is the other name of Curse SULOCHANA
Every time it moulds belief and breaks in tears
Like a slow moving river
Hope in your heart lies
In the dry desert
Tumulting from one breast to another

SULOCHANA in every bosom of Dead Worlds
Dead Love speaks A Rhythm of Serenity
In the shade of trees, In the dewy evening
In the gentle breeze, In the smell of rain in moonlit night.


About the Poem


Every lover has his or her unique world of Love. When two lovers are in love with each other and they want to unite psychologically, two worlds of love mingle into one uniform existence. When love dies, dead worlds come into existence. But dead world of love makes us sad and dejected, excessive sadness in the form of star-like tears pours on us. These tears are as priceless as stars. Melancholic atmosphere of inner self burns our ego and makes our spirit pure and bestows the gift of tranquility on us. We find peace of mind and heart only in close proximity to Nature. So every grand event of human life is a journey towards ultimate maturity.