My Dreamful Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Dreamful Life
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Today,
The sleep has left me,
Tired body drops to soundless intensity,
Resting to trance but no sleep cajoles to embrace,
In the far corner of the Mind a tiny cloud gathers,
The dark cloud of worry,
Mind and body feel no sympathy,
Drifting waves of thought surges from center.
Whistles the forest of bamboo flooring,
The wandering breeze and uncertain form,
In the nature of things everything is uneasy,
Pain is poignant in my soul,
Uneasy for change and so painful it is,
From celebration to silence,
Life was a dreamful joy in intense uncertainty,
Yet life feels the life.
Death was green and had no place in the beam of contemplation.
Sleep hovers on the house of heavy heart,
It soothes less and burns,
The vast desert with no Oasis.
The seething fields of life do away with all the dreams,
The childhood dreams become memories,
My heart is old and it sails to bygone hopes,
The green field, the furrow and cattle in setting sun,
The cries of small children and the poverty,
The poor people and poor way of living,
The wind stong and wanton play on poor setting,
The morning gleaming with light,the dreamy delight,
in the cottage and Mud house
and struggle with natural wrath- storm, rain and flood,
The countryard was a heaven with natural show of light and shade.
The green mind with green world,
The sun was young and the moon was baby,
Sometimes with sad face sometimes smiling,
The dark night was mysterious
With the mystic light in the eyes,
Chudle the childhood dream with momentum of futureless dream,
Every moment was free from the dream of becoming something,
Fulfilled in the joy of dreamless stream.
Life was slow and joyous without having nothing.
Innocent stream of consciousness with no knowledge ofnear future.
Wild was the way with wild joy,
Now all has gone into nothingness,
People died and new guest came with new thought,
All is present in New form,
yet all has gone,
How i wish to retreat to my past days of childhood!
Poverty- stricken but full of life,
The lifting stream and uncontrolled dream with love laden-heart and frustration with sweet rejection,
Hope and hopeless flow of life,
Together embraced.
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