My Stella -No 1

- To my stella - 1 -Lost voice- Voice is lost in sad delight of self pain dream, A deep chasm that cleaves age-old question for liberal charm, On the centre core of time's breast a tiny cup of Fleeting gleam. I loved thee and lost thee for unuttered utterance of ineffable lore, for thy reform. Moving on dreamless pain without work, without warm and dry regards to bygone Passion, a little room for thee. Smile of innocent heart doth hold colours Of far away land, easy and smooth. A cold heart of a pathless star, a traveller wish not to backward move, Palsied mind halted ever and ever to unbreed a stretching dote, a deathless march to sooth. Thousand lives on thine eyes and panting breath spread soulful indolence, to thee to dive. Eternal flame that thou hast flamed for me, And I am possessed in untidy state of being, Time's unmoved idleness mirrors unchartered Me to thee, And I lost my form weakling though to sink. Walking straight with blank screen will i go, And write my name tears flushed, the unsown field to sow.