Inner Realm_ Life- A Futile Exercise Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner Realm
: __ Life _ a futile exercise and pain indefinite- - :

Today
In this dark room of my mind, being!
Everything looks futile the dropping mind, self!
Life hast reached the ultimate doomsday, death!
The colourful hands of love art alien, weird!
The room is dark and hence the world, Nature.
The mind within mind and shaky heart, churchyard.
Every death of dream leaves a track behind.
The heaps of death block the room, empty space.
The heavy trammel of dust unveils not the light,
To dip to wash the languish of living.
Life is a futile show having no hayday.
Night falls and no way to go into morn,
The morning is dead and the dew is dry,
with no restless pain of containing ray's,
Upon the bosom of Earth no sign is left,
Of the play and display of divine light,
Light falls on the petals and softly dies,
With the listlss air it travels not far,
The silent field is now a dull witness,
The Sun rises in the east and west it sets.
The feast of colour is without central.
The song of life is mute with wordless pain.
A step two steps and no step is adequate,
Life hast reached home with no wall to protect.
Every step is weary and withering,
The soul within is heavy for unknown danger,
The danger of waiting for long for call,
The moment of silence with no anguish.
Inside home I am homeless and stranger.