My Heart Is A Begging Bowl Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Heart is a Begging Bowl

I have nothing to keep,
No one to share,
Only a sense of incompletness,
A deep sleep of Jactitation,
Enchanted Forest of discomfiture,
I have no one here and Now,
All alone with my plentiful pain,
Mythic stag hovering
With perdue steps in every beat,
Shower with no coldness of water,
With the Sun I rise and set with it,
Like an ancient man live in fear
after the sundown, in deep darkness,
In broad daylight I am engaged
in dark forest,
Upheaval of minimal mind,
Half portion of my mind is dark,
Half is the Being full of light,
Darkness is good and enthralling,
You are nurtured there with love.
The world is a play of becoming,
Nothing is there to be anything,
And everything is actually nothing,
Every moment I am born,
Without pain die every second,
With my mind I am a dark sky,
Without it I am an empty drum,
A song with unwritten Consonance,
a shadow of unborn Being.

The smell of The earth is tantalizing,
The grave is catchy: Portent Tous,
It denies all- the embracing sweetness
of the sky,
Sometimes with fervent spring of
fugitive slog the emptiness visits my door,
In my dreamy mind whispers the
the rhyme of bodiless brine,
The lethe river of unmindfulness,
Sometimes with compassionate
Color celebrates the presence of
temporal shower; the cascading sound of no sound,
Often like a foggy road with no one to walk,
It goes unsung on the way my mind goes,
Every sound is a doorstep of solitude,
Every flower is the bed of eternal sleep,
With you I am one and without you
I am a division; multiple Eidolons.

Like a faded leaf I float to and fro,
Like a shadow I live as nothing,
I am a shadow without substance,
A begging bowl is my heart,
Collecting nothing out of nothing,
I live with no sense of living,
Severed from the very source of life,
Only a throbbing beat of bodiless drum,
I am a shell within a shell.

********

@Prabir Gayen: March 15,2020,3: 03 AM.