-my Stella -No-65 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -My Stella - -65
- -Deathless love-

Something is breaking and falling inside my
bottommost shrine,
The golden ball of this corpse is melting and I am in-between two polar opposite sides.
Is my soul quivering to drop to naught?
One world is Thawing and another is mystical.
Thinning of breath, pulsation free beat and
self effacement do it seem.
I am in the womb and dying to what is dead in me.
The leaves are falling andI witness the crescendo of life.
Thy love seems the way, the meeting point of life and death.
Something that is already dead is shedding
at the touch of thycaress.
Inside the being thou artthe point and deathlessness to dead flesh.
The process is stopped by thy love and I am reborn to die fully and totally.
An orgasmic field am I now to feel thy love,
a different shore of life, purified pyre to be one with thee.