Time & Mind Poem by Prabir Gayen

Time & Mind

The Sun is warm and the Moon is cold,
Winter brings fresh cooling air,
The summer is hot with hot air,
The earth and the water and fire,
Never is there any change in nature,
Change is the cycle of similar matter,
Summer becomes winter with anger in heart,
Winter becomes summer with coldness in its being,
It is not quality but degree that matters,
I am a vagrant dweller with no summer and winter,
The summer graces not with similar boon,
Making mind warm with the joy of dream beautiful,
Winter is not painful with the Joy of love and emotional pleasure,
Death and deadly thoughts have no effect,
Life is embedded with death as a wheel of similar rhythm,
With dream the warmth of heart is lost,
Each season bears same fruit and flower,
Hot season has no heat and it brings winter with sudden change in weather,
Monsoon is a equaliser that connects the heart with its rhythm,
Everything is space and space prevails everywhere,
The cloud that changes is not cloud,
Cloud is a non changing nothingness,
Mind that troubles the heart with its memory good or bad, lovely or painful is nothing at all,
Mind is as vague as time,
Where is time?
Time is nothing but calculation of mind,
Calculated thought becomes Mind,
Memory lived or Unlived is a step to emptiness,
Emptying mind is having it,
Living with time side by side with innocence is being beyond time,
Time and mind are synonymous.

With pain the soul is restless,
It is worried to leave the body,
To listen to the music with no sound,
The soundless music is its sustenance,
The truth without form without quality,
My soul is fed up with words and phrases,
Innermost space of emptiness is its room, the infinity,
The music within music, a thrilling vibration and isolation from mind and it's numerous attachments, a pointless point, is the space between the first and the last nothingness,
A sentence without verbose is the root to reach,
The season of mind with veritable variety is mingled with one Colour,
The colour of joyless ambience of dream,
Dream with the notion of reality,
The magical realism that destroys the reality to live in,
The soul is a make-believe world with no trace of testimony,
Only pain of life and its monotonous song is proof to gleam the unknown and unseen.

The poetry within the being is silent,
It has magical power to attract,
To make mind come back to its source, the substratum,
From words back to silence, the utter emptiness,
With the deep pain of life's incessant blows,
The summer and winter in one zone
With poetic approach to life,
The colourful lotus blooms in the pond of being pinpointing the sever song of life accepting death as its prime,
A poet is there within the fabric of mind beyond its cover,
I am a poet with many fluty fits,
But I am unable to touch the zenith with my finite musing and inventing note, I am back to my dull intellect.

Poetry can not be found to recite, Poetry can not be heralded with conviction,
With truth poetry is quiescent,
Truth is wordless and poetry is its covering,
Only poetry can say the truth of life and death,
Can celebrate the moment with depth,
Mind with its surface, the nether world cannot harken the song facile for Infinitude,
Within and without I am a lost self,
Waiting to dissolve like fog with the heat of the Sun,
I am a song sung years ago and is not heard,
A dew to drop into infinity with the rise of the morning Sun,
I am a garden with many different flowers and lost in a vast forest,
I am a footprint where grows heavy undergrowth,
I am a river changing every moment with flowing drift,
I am a mountain wishing to touch the absolute sphere.

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@prabir Gayen 31/07/2019 - 2: 41 PM.