Resurrection (Stella Replied) drop Of Enlightenment Poem by Prabir Gayen

Stella Replied - Resurrection
(Silent drop of enlightenment)
By Prabir Kumar Gayen

My heart was aching—not in pain, but flame,
A pulse that trembled for consummate bliss;
You were the storm that made my silence moan,
Your breath the wind that stirred my sacred grove.

Your lips began their pilgrimage on skin—
On legs that quivered like the morning reeds,
Then thighs, where all the cosmos seemed to melt,
And navel, where the moon collapsed in song.
You kissed me there—slow rain of molten stars,
And in that drop, eternity was held.

Your hands like lyres played along my chest,
The petals of my breasts sang golden chords,
And nipples, tuned to music none could hear,
Became the notes of thunder wrapped in silk.
You kissed them as the rain begins to fall—
Soft first, then heavy, like a prayer unbound.

My neck, my lips, my eyes—all touched with fire,
Your mouth a river meeting every shore.
Each kiss, a psalm composed by unseen gods,
Each stroke, a mantra made of sacred breath.

The storm then rose, and we became no more—
The lovers died, but something else was born:
A flame that moved like music through the void,
Where bodies wept and turned to liquid soul.

We kissed again, and time dissolved to mist—
A kiss upon my lips, and I was sky,
A kiss upon my eyes, and I was blind
To anything but you, and God through you.

Our thighs entwined like serpents making stars,
Our souls entwined like rivers into sea,
And breasts and chests and navel-light became
One altar where the Absolute took breath.

The storm grew loud, yet silence held its core—
We ended, and began, and ended not.
We loved until the sky could bear no more,
And through our touch, the Divine entered Earth.
IN DEEP SILENCE -
She lay beneath the vast, unbroken sky,
Naked in her trance, a river of gold,
Honey flowing from her skin as life,
A river where the stars once took their shape.

The night, it held her softly, like a dream—
A dream that swelled from depths no man could know,
Her womb, the sacred vessel full of light,
Bore the memory of his fire within.

Her limbs, still warm with passion's trembling grace,
Became the earth, and sky, and sacred flood—
The very breath of nature in repose,
The silence where all gods bow and abide.

She felt him still—the fullness of his touch,
A lover's heat, a presence deep and wide,
The pulse of male energy still inside,
Rooted in her soul, her body, her mind.

The world was distant, fading from her sight,
As all the knowing of her past dissolved.
In trance, she danced in cycles, one with him—
Her breath, his breath, her soul, his sacred fire.

She felt the moon move in her very core,
Her navel, a horizon where light was born.
Her chest, a temple full of warmth and grace,
Where all the honey of the stars now flowed.

In this deep sense, she lost the edge of time—
Her body, but the river's winding course,
Her mind, a sea where bliss and light did mix,
A womb that held the echoes of the world.

And through this trance, through ecstasy's vast door,
She felt the veil of earthly life grow thin,
The sacred knowing, whispered in the dark,
The sweet surrender that unlocked her soul.

She flowed beyond the flesh, beyond the world,
Into the center of her own pure truth—
And in that space, she knew the timeless heart:
A love that held both men and gods in one.

In the embrace of love, she found the way—
The ancient path where flesh and spirit meet.
Her lips, like lotus petals soft and sure,
Sipped from the nectar that his limbs did give.
Each kiss a river flowing deep within,
Each breath a pulse that carried worlds afar.

She drank the essence of his love, divine,
As rivers drink the light of morning sun,
And in that moment, where the world dissolved,
She felt her body melt beyond all form.

Her limbs became like liquid fire, vast,
And through the nectar of his sacred love,
She crossed the limits of her earthly skin,
Her soul unbound, like wind, like flame, like stars.

No longer human, bound to earth and time,
She soared upon the waves of cosmic light—
A wave that carried her through realms unknown,
Beyond the veil, beyond the flesh and mind.

Her breath was now the song of all the gods,
Her pulse the rhythm of eternal truth.
The nectar flowed from deep within her heart,
And she became the sacred river's flow.

In that great stillness, in that sacred trance,
She lay in slumber, drenched in cosmic bliss—
Her body now a temple pure and wide,
Her soul the vast, unbroken sea of stars.

Enlightenment, not born of thought or will,
But of the love that held her in its arms,
Now filled her veins with light, with endless peace,
And in that slumber, she was both the dream
And the dreamer—one with all that is pure.

Her eyes were closed, yet opened to the Truth,
Her limbs were still, yet moved in cosmic dance.
She lay as goddess, sage, and lover too—
All parts of one eternal, endless flame.
@prabi Gayen
22April /2025/10: 55 PM