With My Mind My Soul Is Lost Poem by Prabir Gayen
With My Mind My Soul Is Lost
With Mind My Soul is Lost
Bough of your flowers was ready,
Only the conch was not present,
The air that blows through forest
stopped blowing,
The day was good Yet dreary.
Your alter was not decorated
with sweet fragrance
as incense was not prepared,
The light was lit with incense bearing azimuth,
The world was sleepy with buzzing bees,
The warm days with warm flow of life.
All the songs of life, sweet and sour,
bitter and cordial,
Nuptial and Requiescat,
Unto Your feet were offered,
Only the flame of worship was not there,
The Sun was above the sky,
With chirping of birds spring was in celebration.
The celebration of spring and autumn was Synchronous,
Summer was giving way to eternal spring,
The floating clouds were tinged with glossy finish,
The rainbow of eternal happiness.
The bough of my being
with Fragrant flowers was not in order,
My stupid mind was insipid and
under the grip of deep slumber.
You came with silent steps
with the beating of my heart,
You came with the blooming of buds
as sprinkle of mystic mist,
You came as sweet dream onto my self.
Upon my awakening I found myself nowhere,
Everywhere You have gone through
rain, air and sky,
Deep horizon and the blue Firmament
made a thin veil,
Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.
@prabir gayen:
24 June,2020,7: 09 PM.
Bough of your flowers was ready, Only the conch was not present, The air that blows through forest stopped blowing, The day was good Yet dreary.
Upon my awakening I found myself nowhere, Everywhere You have gone through rain, air and sky, Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.///
Your alter was not decorated with sweet fragrance as incense was not prepared, The light was lit with incense bearing azimuth, The world was sleepy with buzzing bees, The warm days with warm flow of life
All the songs of life, sweet and sour, bitter and cordial, Nuptial and Requiescat, Unto Your feet were offered, Only the flame of worship was not there, The Sun was above the sky, With chirping of birds spring was in celebration
Bough of your flowers was ready, Only the conch was not present, The air that blows through forest stopped blowing, The day was good Yet dreary.
You came with silent steps with the beating of my heart, You came with the blooming of buds as sprinkle of mystic mist, You came as sweet dream onto my self...//
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Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.
The bough of my being with Fragrant flowers was not in order, My stupid mind was insipid and under the grip of deep slumber.
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8/7/2025 4:03:11 AM # 1.0.0
Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.