To become a single vibration with one single breath of my Stella, warm and cold,
To live and to die each moment to refresh.
I want to flow within the pain and pleasure of my love and rest beyond thy chest - my resurrection.
Love is his great concern. His poetic heart craves for love. The portrayal of Stella seems to be a divine personification.
The Earth is bubbling to touch the ecstasy, the spirit to pass through outward coitus,
The booming blessings of the Devine to fall and die to others.
The color on color to release the essential core of soul through its fleshy bower.
Nature and divinity play a great role in his poems.
The heart still bubbles to vibrate and imitate
The life's offerings of Enlargement, the happiness to ruminate.
Very often the poet writes about his bubbling heart and at the same time he thinks of death
as a place of peaceful abode.
A vain man on the Plain of stride of life,
A living sepulcher, an acolyte did become
My life losing the shaky drowse of time.
Prabir, the poet expresses and loves and express his dreams in a very original way
using special words and expressions which reveals very much his way of
particular thought.
The mystery of unknown realm that a tiny flower knows,
The knowledge of vastness that drops as
Timbrel into the voiceless voice of a bird,
The Sedulous semblance in every Sparkle
Of Ubiquitous Infinitude,
He writes how nature, a simple flower
knows about the mystery of creation which the so-called
the intellectual human being may not grasp.
The feeling of no feeling is vast in its profundity,
The kingdom is empty like a mirror with no image inside.
The word shrinks within its womb rapping
The world behind to relax on its penumbra.
The poet imagines that he has many bodies or existences and
how each one feels and goes forward through life to
death in love and dreams.
Will this blood of mine redeem the fallen one?
Will this gore that gushed out of my hurt heart,
Rectify those who slacken to naught from
Grace?
The poet meditates on the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus
and compares it with his own self
while writing about his own crucifixion.
Will my blood save anyone?
It blossomed without root and chaotic became
My mind as a bee is drawn to somnolence.
I believe firmly that every poet becomes
a mystic, while engaging himself the world of poesy.
Here in his mystic song, dear Prabir becomes a mystic poet.
Where is that old self, the desire to touch, and to achieve the holiest height?
Thinking of his childhood the poet asks where is my old self?
Past glory is passed with the hazy outlook of mind - tired,
fretful, sordid and adamant to way clear.
He praises his glorious childhood and cries over the lost innocence.
He loves his Stella, she becomes his other self. Stella is not An Other.......She is the poet's extended self.
The portrayal of His Stella brings us to another world by creating a world of love far beyond the mundane.True love isomnipresent. Love is not bondage..Love is liberation itself.
Varied are his themes and interest. He is known for his powerful use of words and expressions.
He takes time to write. it is visible in his poetry.
He has his unique style and creative talent.
In some poems, it is crystal clear that he had
this gift of a poetic mind from his childhood onwards.
Now as a grown-up human being,
his memories, reading,
his knowledge and experiences
of life are reflected in his writings.
These make him a great poet of all time.
I can only recommend reading
dear Prabir's poems to become enlightened.
God bless you, dear Prabir,
Dr. Antony Theodore
The feeling of no feeling is vast in its profundity, The kingdom is empty like a mirror with no image inside. The word shrinks within its womb rapping The world behind to relax on its penumbra. .... extraordinary stanza
To become a single vibration with one single breath of my Stella, warm and cold, To live and to die each moment to refresh. I want to flow within the pain and pleasure of my love and rest beyond thy chest - my resurrection.... A very beautiful poem
By quoting each and every line I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to you dear poet the great..Thanks
These make him a great poet of all time. I can only recommend reading dear Prabir's poems to become enlightened. God bless you, dear Prabir,
The mystery of unknown realm that a tiny flower knows, The knowledge of vastness that drops as Timbrel into the voiceless voice of a bird, The Sedulous semblance in every Sparkle Of Ubiquitous Infinitude, Intellectuals cannot touch the essence of poetry.
I would love to read his poems, Such strong eulogy for the man of words.
The poet meditates on the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus and compares it with his own self while writing about his own crucifixion. Will my blood save anyone? .. very strong poem with deep thought
The Earth is bubbling to touch the ecstasy, the spirit to pass through outward coitus, The booming blessings of the Devine to fall and die to others. The color on color to release the essential core of soul through its fleshy bower. .... extraordinary poem
Now as a grown-up human being, his memories, reading, his knowledge and experiences of life are reflected in his writings. These make him a great poet of all time. I can only recommend reading dear Prabir's poems to become enlightened. God bless you, dear Prabir, .. beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No word is enough.I become speechless..what a minute observation..great detailed description of the poems of a poet by a contemporary poet..you both are precious pearls in poemhunter..Often poemhunter acts like a bridge..It connects poets in such a friendship.............