Flying Bird Poem by Prabir Gayen

Flying Bird

When I am out of word
poetry falters,
Your beauty brings words
like fountain,
Spring of unalloyed Joy,
My heart trembles
and words flow like cascade,
Joy sprinkles with sweet verbose,
I feel myself to be accepted
by the great existence,
I feel you in the very fibre
Of my self,
Like a Dove of Knowledge
You sit in the citadel,
I feel without the feeling,
Like clouds floating in the sky,
Like light passing through vacuum,
Life is nothing but preface of death,
Death is nothing but deep rest,
The mathematics of life is a mystery,
Life must be decaying,
In the very decadence
life is experienced,
Life must be an experience,
Death must be an experience,
Love must be an experience,
In the utter emptiness of heart
Life and death are synonymous,
The Harmony of life is latent
In the silence of death,
Your beauty is like a flying bird,
In the inner being you flutter.

@Prabir Gayen
10: 57 PM. Fri. May 14 / 2021.