Love Is The Song Of Inner Beauty Poem by Prabir Gayen

Love is the song of inner Beauty

However beautiful you are!
However charming your being!
How sweetly you steal my mind!
How deeply you reflect the divinity!
You are in the very process of life.

The full moon night is deep
in your very streaming eyelashes,
Dark night is deeply
in your nectarous sight,
Your smile is the broad daylight
with new hopes and dreams,
Your lips are wings with rainbow light,
All these beauteous forms are simply
formless Joy of being.

I praise your Joy steaming
from some unknown realm of Being,
From some untouched iota of soul,
From some certain depths
of uncertain abode of gods,
I praise You for the light,
celestial by nature and divine by colour,
that you are so close to my inner self,
You are not a stranger to aplenty being,
Nor are you too close to feel you beyond mind,
You are in the very murmur of wavy leaves.

Life is not a thing,
nor is it a fixed goal,
Life is a subtle feeling of love,
Of Joyous appreciation to beauty,
Be it flower, stream or your sensuous appeal,
You are a fully blossomed bud,
spreading petals one by one unaffected by Time,
You are in every passing wave of light and darkness,
The stillness of the night.

Your beauty is the beauty of the cosmic Mind,
Formless presence and absence both,
In the glow of your Joy
life flows within and without,
In the heartbeat, circulation of blood
and the very flow of breathing,
Knowing is attaining and I attain it
by living the dream of life,
You are within my reach and out of my self,
Embraced without mind.

You are sweet singing Joy,
The very pain of my heart,
The agony of tolerating the light beyond light,
Beauty which so unique for the foolish mind,
Can not be lived or felt within the core of being,
Worship is without incantation,
Love worshipped is the object of pain and passion.

Life is a preparation of death,
Only beauty can hint
the uselessness,
Beauty is the most formless existence of God,
Your beauty is divinely soft
and painful for heart,
Only the authentic is the way of the heart,
It feels and can not speak,
That which is flowing but ever pure
with simple passionate,
In every single breath of my heart
You are and none can break with effort.

@prabir gayen:
28 June,2020,11: 52 PM.