When You Become My Dream Poem by Prabir Gayen

When You Become My Dream

The moment you ferment my sense
it becomes my dream,
Dream passes into the state of anger
and a pool of attraction,
Attraction keeps me aloof
from my self and misery dawns,
Misery makes me miserable
to come back to my senses.

Sense is hell and it is heaven,
You buck up my heart over my head
and a dream waves on the surface of my being,
Being is vast like ocean and in it thoughts,
good or bad heavenly or mundane,
float without substance,
Mind loses its limit and like a swan
in the cool pool swims with folded wings
having no lingering Joy and pleasure,
a soothing sense of queer peace dawns.

When You ferment my heart,
It becomes the sky endless and
thoughtless with no clouds,
Joy and sorrow, peace and proviso,
Pain and passion,
Lose the weight and worry,
A new song of vibration with no mating words
is found to splosh,
Heart becomes hollow and empty,
Like death walks on the lawn of life.

The moment You ferment my sense
it becomes passion and attachment,
I lose my grip and like an electric
existent float out of Me,
It is a flowing not like a stream,
It is vertical with horizontal lightning,
Sense becomes stirred to boom
Inside the space of emptiness,
Mind blooms with excessive Joy,
Heavenly or mundane has
no meaning and Cornerstone,
Life comes to fulfilment.

@prabir Gayen: 26/04/20: 11: 00 AM.