- -My Guruji - - Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - Happy birthday day Guruji - -
By Prabir Gayen
Whence the cerulean redden with drops of innocent blood, dark cloud of smoke from exhaustedland of corpse strewn with smoky granite pyre.

Scream streams from broken hearts as crack from suppressed chasm.

Whence virtuous wisdom drops to teething test of mindand dire straits strangled thecommon consequence,
The dark dance of voiceless vice uproars and absinthe's absolute hands
Embrace half of the individual's mind.

Whence dreams, elysian bower of innerbliss, decease to naught and swoon to deathless pang,
Whence the world wast doomed to obtuse hands of pixilated leader, chaotic preacher and religious bulls of self proclaimedlettered and wise.

Whence the trains and trams plunk the best music of heart,
The hollow men and women live as deathless island, fed to full but nothing to deliver.
Whence life is nothing but a gorgeous dream,
The king of kingsstretches arms for alms and beggars bestowwith slipshod mind from his
raucous pouch.

Whence the East and the Westart two separate hemisphere in deed and creed, faith and fidelity, piety and prayerthou became apparent, heart of hearts, the caretaker of this earth,
Thou Preach the gospel of love, belongingness, and sincerity making the world a family.

Whence love's equivalent eye with savage temptation oftumultuous woe undo the lustrous being with lustful sloth sloshed by delirious dream.
Whence pain pinnacle fails to pinprick the pin-ups to conscience,
Pious intentions manifest not in deed and deem.
Fragmented beings, separated ideals quarrel for superior complex,
Whence modern ailment of perversion deep over fool's conceptioncreep,
A reflection of bright being from over the horizon and above the moors gleams.

A heart full of compassion and pulsation, thou cameth to redeem the whole of mankind, learns us to sing in chorus. In chirping of birds, ripple of rivers, buzzing ofBeesand stretching arms of trees thou hast shown an eternal flow, a glimpse of silent music,
A unified symphony, concert of heart.

A Sense of love and universal brotherhood, a one world family and compassionate contentmenthaving meditative joy of being one in all and free from religious fanaticism, thou preach and teach with smile and prayerful communication.

Thou art the great Dove of elysian Tower andAlmighty, endowedform with formless grace to bliss our multiplechoices and liberation.