Last Phase Of My Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

LAST PHASE OF MY LIFE

Deep darkness of the world
is becoming fade and clear,
The Moon always mystic recedes,
becoming dark to refresh light,
The world from deep slumber resurrects,
New day with new Joy of life dawns.

All the songs of Life;
Hope and aspiration,
desire and willingness,
Heart's rapturous proliferation,
Mind's enormous potential,
The dream of ecstatic life are gone,
New world is brimming
from deep abysmal zone of creation.

New day will be rolling with new Joy,
New moon will come with new kind,
New bloom will sway with new wind,
The sun of my life is about to set.

Darkness nurtures The Silence,
In deep, solidified silence life is
embedded,
The warm field with young birds,
The cacophony and flowing water,
Hot sun with sensual murmur.

The Moon that painted the clouds,
The Sun that brought soft verdancy
to adorn my days and nights
are set to be refreshed,
New days are sprouting behind the clouds.

The Spring has gone with all its utterance,
Soft sprout is now a dead shell,
All that has become dream will never be the same,
Loose clouds are bound to fall,
New life will diffuse the place
with aura of profound stillness,
The new Sun and the new moon
will bring the new way of Living.

In the wordless wall of the night,
In the clear face of the sky,
In the worn-out troops of the Time,
In the prayerful pain of the stars,
In the shooting stars too,
The idyll of childhood and boyhood days
are scribbled without careful compassion.

On the way full of dust and debris,
In the grave of graceless thoughts
and useless muttering of the water of life
flowed into the unknown chasm,
dark and the deepest cave of mindless Mind,
The flower that was to bloom died
a sudden death of unnatural kind.

The day has gone and the evening is blowing
the whistle of the end,
The ringing of bell that declares the decree
is inaudibly keen to my
delicate alcove,
Mind has become a hollow space
full of pure emptiness,
Life so dearly cherished
living every moment with depth
fails to touch the ground of Impenetrable
escutcheon of Divine Joy.

Every floating cloud was a messenger,
Every raindrop was a pure flame
of liquid Love beckoning insoluble beauty
of living the silence of being and
subconscientPrescience
of reaching the boundlessness,
Life was like a budding bud blooming
to reach the morning Sun,
Like a butterfly dreaming to touch the sky,
reconnaissance of Venturesome living.

However my consciousness gives
Me pain
for the people around me,
People who are suffering a lot for various reasons,
Poverty and inequality,
Social injustice and racial duality,
Under the heaven we all are one and the same,
The citizen of universal consciousness,
The sky is our roof,
the world is our floor and the forest is our garden,
We are flowers of the same garden of the One,
Almighty the Great.

Life is beautifully and painfully
becoming a strong mist of autumnal Joy,
A season for the yellow leaves
to mourn and fall under the sky,
The sunset is painful and strange to accept,
Yet we have to accept the fact,
We have to learn the art of accepting,
The murmur of the leaves and the
susurration of bygone waves of dreamful Joy
and enormous surge of energy
are giving the pain of the waste of a life
so carefully dreamed and cherished.

However be the basic fault,
The true reason of my sheer fall,
The clouds that become a rainfall
can never be made floating again,
Once life is lost, it is lost forever,
Now only hope is left in front of me
is to be able to embrace the last hope of life,
the beauty to accept death with smiling face,
The day is rolling with the slow pace of the rolling fire,
The dark night is in inviting temper,
My tired eyelids are falling to shut
the door of pain and passion ever pure
and unfulfilled through ever passing hope and aspiration.

@prabir Gayen:
6 July,2020,12: 06 AM.