Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Beautiful Praise To Dear Prabir The Poet Of Ph Comments

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To become a single vibration with one single breath of my Stella, warm and cold,
To live and to die each moment to refresh.
I want to flow within the pain and pleasure of my love and rest beyond thy chest - my resurrection.
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Shimizu Mizuhala 07 August 2019

The mystery of unknown realm that a tiny flower knows, The knowledge of vastness that drops as Timbrel into the voiceless voice of a bird, The Sedulous semblance in every Sparkle Of Ubiquitous Infinitude, Intellectuals cannot touch the essence of poetry.

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I would love to read his poems, Such strong eulogy for the man of words.

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Prabir Kumar 02 June 2019

The poet meditates on the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus and compares it with his own self while writing about his own crucifixion. Will my blood save anyone? .. very strong poem with deep thought

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Rudra Mondal 02 June 2019

The Earth is bubbling to touch the ecstasy, the spirit to pass through outward coitus, The booming blessings of the Devine to fall and die to others. The color on color to release the essential core of soul through its fleshy bower. .... extraordinary poem

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Meethi Mondal 02 June 2019

Now as a grown-up human being, his memories, reading, his knowledge and experiences of life are reflected in his writings. These make him a great poet of all time. I can only recommend reading dear Prabir's poems to become enlightened. God bless you, dear Prabir, .. beautiful poem

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Rudra Mondal 02 June 2019

The feeling of no feeling is vast in its profundity, The kingdom is empty like a mirror with no image inside. The word shrinks within its womb rapping The world behind to relax on its penumbra. .... extraordinary stanza

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Rudra Mondal 02 June 2019

To become a single vibration with one single breath of my Stella, warm and cold, To live and to die each moment to refresh. I want to flow within the pain and pleasure of my love and rest beyond thy chest - my resurrection.... A very beautiful poem

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

By quoting each and every line I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to you dear poet the great..Thanks

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

These make him a great poet of all time. I can only recommend reading dear Prabir's poems to become enlightened. God bless you, dear Prabir,

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

In some poems, it is crystal clear that he had this gift of a poetic mind from his childhood onwards. Now as a grown-up human being, his memories, reading, his knowledge and experiences of life are reflected in his writings.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

Varied are his themes and interest. He is known for his powerful use of words and expressions. He takes time to write. it is visible in his poetry. He has his unique style and creative talent.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

He praises his glorious childhood and cries over the lost innocence. He loves his Stella, she becomes his other self. Stella is not An Other.......She is the poet's extended self. The portrayal of His Stella brings us to another world by creating a world of love far beyond the mundane.True love isomnipresent. Love is not bondage..Love is liberation itself.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

Where is that old self, the desire to touch, and to achieve the holiest height? Thinking of his childhood the poet asks where is my old self? Past glory is passed with the hazy outlook of mind - tired, fretful, sordid and adamant to way clear.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

I believe firmly that every poet becomes a mystic, while engaging himself the world of poesy. Here in his mystic song, dear Prabir becomes a mystic poet.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

It blossomed without root and chaotic became My mind as a bee is drawn to somnolence.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

The poet meditates on the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus and compares it with his own self while writing about his own crucifixion. Will my blood save anyone?

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

Will this blood of mine redeem the fallen one? Will this gore that gushed out of my hurt heart, Rectify those who slacken to naught from Grace?

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

The poet imagines that he has many bodies or existences and how each one feels and goes forward through life to death in love and dreams.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

The feeling of no feeling is vast in its profundity, The kingdom is empty like a mirror with no image inside. The word shrinks within its womb rapping The world behind to relax on its penumbra.

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Prabir Gayen 02 June 2019

He writes how nature, a simple flower knows about the mystery of creation which the so-called the intellectual human being may not grasp.

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