Cradle to Cosmos
Long ago with trembling hand
did I hold the hand of my mother,
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My Stella 72
(Returning to self)
She is a delightful self,
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Mother India
Mother - The divine Mother,
On the road to save Her Child,
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Love and Divine
The more thou love -to anybody,
the more thou dive deep in thy self
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- I have seen my self-
(My projected being)
On the street where the path dissolves in crossing,
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Atish Dipankar Srigya
Attained in Himalayas,
And out of deep concern,
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Fruit of My Being
Beautiful flower in my garden,
Infinite is the tree,
...
THE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart
(Love Lyric)
From the bough of immortal tree,
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My Divine Mother
You are the Sun in the soft Sky,
Morning welcomes you with meditative
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My Stella 54
(Occupied with love)
What wilt the world say about our love so unlike the nature?
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Our Great Nation
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The Sun is Underground,
The Moon is bleeding hard,
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___ Living the pain of life ___
Life is a big store of
fruitless love, compassion,
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my stella30
The river with full tide flowing
with facile swiftness.
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A Woman
(International woman's day)
Woman is a strange world,
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- Gratefulness To Poets and Friends -
Fortunate to be here in poemhunter,
So much poets and so much poems!
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Name- Prabir Kumar Gayen. Poet-Modern poet and a painter. Wife- Meethi Gayen. Parents- Bimal Gayen. Mina Gayen. Residence- Born in a village of West Bengal, India. Village- Fatepur PO- Fatepur, Ps-falta. Dist-south 24 parganas. Pin-743513. Near city-kolkata. phone-+917908599123/9933820923 Schooling- Fatepur Sreenath institution. College- Fakir Chand college, Diamond Harbour r.University of Calcutta. Studied- English literature from the University of calcutta. Relation-: Sister- Pampa Mondal. Sukla Harder. Brothers- Avik Mondal. Subir Gayen. Parents in law-Amal kumar Mandal and Sandhya Mondal. Friends- Rajesh Halder. Alokesh Mandal. Bikash Mondal. Santanu Mondal. Kalyan Natua., samir Kumar. Dibyendu Roy.Priyabrata Mondal. Student and support -Srijita Mondal.Kausick Raj.Prerona Hati. Special One -- Aradhya Mondal, Rudra Mondal. Master Spiritual Teacher _ H H Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. Book - The Whisper of Infinity Preface - Preface - All these poems are written as an exertion to feel the vastness of life with all its myriad forms and colours.They are simply to feel wonderment. The emotions that are expressed through different moods and manners are simply to make me feel the inner emptiness. Poetry as I feel is the expression of certain feelings that become clouds in the sky of consciousness. Once expressed through words and through heartfelt pain and pleasure a sense of relief dawns in the inner realm of being and I feel that space of wordless emptiness is the root to peace and harmony, the space of soundless beauty. in a broad sense poetry brings liberation and I call it poetic liberation or poetic approach to truth that shreds all inessential thoughts and emotions to attain pure emptiness.My Stella and other poems are an eager endeavour, on the part of me, to come to feel that which can not be felt or can not be experienced.The powerful feelings that I underwent through my heart looking at the apparent futility of life and deep ignorance about the pristine part of death became poetry and I within and without became its lone witness. My poetry is my inner wisdom and outer ignorance combined.with poetry I am nothing and without poetry I am nothing too. My poetry is the expression of my absolute nothingness.)
Cradle To Cosmos
Cradle to Cosmos
Long ago with trembling hand
did I hold the hand of my mother,
Heart was Warm with the
dream of blissful days,
Colourful were the days
for Unknown Mystery ahead,
Cosmic bliss rained lovingly
With no pain of supposed strains,
Eyes were full of dreamful Joy
and ambitious hopes,
Invisible wings soared high
and touched the stars,
Unknown filled the heart
with wonderment,
Twittering of birds and crimson rays
did awake us
from long night's nutritious rest.
Vast green field with blue heaven
and rustic lore - an Eden,
God was but image of festivity.
With the March of time all is lost,
the song of birds now
bears message for unthought idea,
Dreamful and easy days are hardened
for life's essential promises,
Like a canvas mind is painted
with rough draft,
Still it is boiling in the
hot water of life,
Confused rhythm of madding crowd,
and ceaseless onslaught of mind's ache
wrought the booming brim of empty brain,
Love's manifold distortions and
crudest part of carnal delusion,
The painful cohabitation of past
and present I am torn apart.
You are O my master!
Only you are for Me,
Though indifferent to my pain and
Confusion,
A draught of cold water,
A nectarous flow of Elysian Pond.
Let me die to my Ego,
Let me die to my overmuch dream,
My aspirant mind to put my face on You,
With similar beatitude like my childhood,
Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos.
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@Prabir Gayen 20/02/2019: 11: 22 AM.
You are a Celestial creator born to spread Love and Divine wisdom..each poem is an embodiment of Light..always the Sun is radiating from your Inner Realm..
Every poem expresses the spiritual growth of mind step by step...to inner fullness or emptiness..
When I Die - Poem by me poet yeps poet Just remember me that I lived Do not make a farce of gathering around in a congregation wasting your Time and Energy and endangering my PEACE
I wish Prabirjee good health and long rewading poetic journey.
Prabir Gayan is a great poet and deep thinker.His poems are deep and profound.
Prabir Gayen is one of the best poets in Poem Hunter. He poems are very romantic and they dwell mostly on complex feelings and deep emotions that haunt human beings. Most often, his poems remind me of the tragedies and comedies of William Shakespeare. His language is impeccable, his thoughts brilliant, his metaphors and analogies highlight his wonderful poems My heartfelt warm wishes to you dear Poet Prabir.
Having read your poem I enjoyed much... Thanks for sharing such works....
Life is an unseen misery, The point without point, To have it the door is lost.
Song is untouched part's unsolved music, Only muse can feel it, and unquavering pain can bring it forth onto surface.
Life is a weapon....sharp but unable to cut....
Life is a dream and death alone can break it.
Son of God I am the son of God, Not the Only don of God.
When Life seems to be in darkness, Deep utter darkness remember the Divine, Only Divine is light, All alternative is nothing.
A rose is always a rose, No doubt and no imagination, And the rose dies as a rose
Mind gets tired when it loses its home, A mind without home is nothing, Mind is nurtured by thought. Thoughtless mind is nowhere.
Full of desire...life is less than death, No desires, death appears to be more than life.
Life is a music of unbeaten drum....
To be natural is to be in the centre of existence.
Mind is the problem.. The very disease.
There is no self in the chamber of being, It is hollow and empty.
Finally found your area. Your my most touching poets. For i was always feel the feelings of your poems. Theyre always after my heart. Love your poems