Ultimate Indulgence Poem by Prabir Gayen
Ultimate Indulgence
Ultimate indulgence
The lifeless morning air Whistles in empty voice,
The happiness is lost in the unconscious,
Unflinching moment of thought - the mindless
Crassness.
Between the pause the glory is Vanguard,
Between the points of pointless emptiness
My self, real and unreal, blissful void,
deluding realm of my existence.
Limbs of life are lost into the ditch of abysmal
Anger,
The fear of losing the peak, the never existed
beauty of sublimity,
The fear to dig the soil into the being, the ultimate non- being, drifted my Aesthetics
Into effortless resistance.
The fear of losing the peak, the never existed beauty of sublimity, The fear to dig the soil into the being, the ultimate non- being, drifted my Aesthetics Into effortless resistance....////
The lifeless morning air Whistles in empty voice, The happiness is lost in the unconscious, Unflinching moment of thought - the mindless Crassness.
The fear to dig the soil into the being, the ultimate non- being, drifted my Aesthetics Into effortless resistance.
The fear of losing the peak, the never existed beauty of sublimity, The fear to dig the soil into the being, the ultimate non- being, drifted my Aesthetics Into effortless resistance.
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The fear of losing the peak, the never existed beauty of sublimity, The fear to dig the soil into the being, the ultimate non- being, drifted my Aesthetics Into effortless resistance.