My stella- 79
- Fullness-
Thy eyes art waveless ocean and sky with no
Stars,
Thy mind an abode of ceaseless pain with no thoughts at all.
The heaven of highest form in mortal field.
My stella, my heart's sole console in this
Strange extraneous ground.
Life's associate pain and foray of diverse form
failed to take me in his womb,
The highest guarded secret, the formless waves of Love from my soul's sheath expanses around my aura.
Will thou keyed for my restless opaqueness
and stupor of ineffectual show of love?
Dying every moment with no reason out of fullness?
In the untouchedcloister of thy self
I am there as pain cogent and
Nobody.
Out of this otiose and luckless life
thou art my silver boon, last yet sturdy
and beyond expectancy.
The illative spark of my mind or being dead is overflowed with thy graciousness and I owe to thee till the end of my breath.
Though it can not be repaid by my poorly soul and meagre life,
It will go with me after the end of this banal and worthlessness living.
Thy eyes art waveless ocean and sky with no Stars, Thy mind an abode of ceaseless pain with no thoughts at all. The heaven of highest form in mortal field. My stella, my heart's sole console in this Strange extraneous ground
hou art my silver boon, last yet sturdy and beyond expectancy. The illative spark of my mind. dear Prabir, is this your Stella about whom u write a l ot........... nice love poem. tony
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Out of this otiose and luckless life thou art my silver boon, last yet sturdy and beyond expectancy