Inner Realm_ Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner Realm
_Freedom from the chain of thoughts_

Thou art welcome to me, my door is open,
With the seat covered with soft velvety cloth,
Into the shrine thou art welcome to me,
To sit and feel my pain of being lonely.
Come and rest a while for the door is open.
The fragrance is burning inside the grove,
The garden of my mind is full of flowers.
With thy arrivalmy heart is alive,
It dances with song unheard and silent.
Come to my being and seize my pain futile,
With no reason it sings and with cause dims.
The sky is empty and pain is too deep to feel.
Painless pain is dreary with no answer.
The cold air surrounds the wall and pain dawns.
In deep twisting dream thou art mine, my dream.
Onto thy feet do I wish to give in my mind.
Life is a song, a charming muse to call,
The shadow of divine grace in the form of death.
The eternal repose with no border,
Beyond mind and spirit an absolute pleasure.
Come in the broad daylight and in dark night,
The Sun above or the Moon smiling face.
With thy coming the spring dawns in winter.
Death becomes the way to new life freedom.