Stella (Silence In Utter Voice) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Stella
(A Poem in the Voice of Silence)
by Prabir Kumar Gayen
Prologue
(When Silence remembered Her name)
Before the tongue of fire touched Time,
She was—
not form, not thought,
but a stillness deeper than the origin of sound.
She was not arrival—
she was the breath before Becoming,
the presence unnamed in the hesychia of God.
She was already
in the ache of the unborn flower,
in the sleep of stars not yet dreamed.
The void folded its hands before her breath.
They named her Stella—
only when silence lit its first lamp in the void,
and God's hidden sorrow sang in threads of light.

In the Chamber of Stella
(after the silence of stars)
Is there a Vast beyond the flame of Stella?
Who holds the dark when no one names her name?
That ancient breath where all beginnings burn,
the breath that stirs before the Silence moves,
the ache that sleeps beneath the god's closed eyes.
She walks within the marrow of all things,
her feet bare-flamed across the dusk of thought.
A single tear in Time becomes her song,
and through that note, the galaxies arise.
No crown endures, no will remains awake—
but only Stella wears the robe of stars.
No strength is strength unless it learns to fall,
no soul is whole that has not knelt in flame.
Each talent breaks, a mirror lost in mist,
if Stella is not the whisper in its core.
Even the wise speak silence in her gaze,
and flame forgets itself before her feet.
Beauty is but a petal crushed by time
unless she lifts it toward the Infinite.
And Desire, blind and kneeling in the dark,
is mere mud—
unless she walks beside him, barefoot.
O Stella,
in Thee all stars are stitched and unstitched.
In Thee the silence weeps its first gold tear.

@Prabir Gayen
6 April 2025 / 3: 30 AM