The Day I Cease To Be Poem by Prabir Gayen

The day I cease to be

With tinged clouds and floating wings,
The gleaming flickering flame receding
and falling beyond finite,
The joy of beautiful dreams and visions,
the sorrow of unattended aim,
The pricking of pain that remained,
With clouds of myriad wish to feel life,
Throughout life in every season and futile,
Life was throughout life a false dream,
The pain in heart to bear with, patiently
waiting and witnessing
The morbid way to view death,
The only thing to live with is death,
Amid the noise of life being away from life,
The breathing was throughout life warm not with
vibrating Screen of life,
But shaky and painful with death,
With the sound of conch and bell in the evening,
The fearful song of stormy wind,
The song of human affairs day and night,
The sun the moon and stars with the song of
synagogue preaching the emptiness of life and dreams,
Uncharted remained the known life,
Unattainable remained the grip of joy
Within the grip,
Life with useless pain became death,
Throughout life day and night death was
the only boat I floated in,
Eyes with light only darkness experienced,
Now only light is seen and I am ceasing to be,
With clouds and colours upon my chest,
I wish to breath my last to meet my death
as my dwelling place.
The gleaming and flickering light
On the western sky is my boat to sail by.

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