Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Biography of Bazi alis Subrata Ray
- Heart –The Home Of God. -new-
- The Individualization Of The Evils In Ma... -new-
- The Redemption Of The Man-Kind -new-
- The Barrier -new-
- The Fire -new-
- So Many Plays Within A Play. -new-
- The Latest Theory On Dreams -new-
- The Soldier -Dedicated To Shumi Reksona ... -new-
- The Psycho-Therapeutic Drama -new-
- The Fool's Paradise
- From A Vagabond To A Poet.
- Misery Of Dreams
- The Lonely Dumb
- The Girl On The No Man's Land.
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
Love For The Beloved.
Long before the clicking of time-clock, When memory had no advent, Your abstract image planted its reflection, In the all mirrored prism of my soul.
The Omnivorous Bed.
The eyes twinkle, The minds bro show, The snakes in the bodies, Hiss and go.
The Undefined Love.
Love is a haunting spell it allows imagination to fulfill
Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all, The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall. Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower, And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
The Fool's Paradise
The Fool’s Paradise. Who is the Fool that creates Fool’s paradise, ? Is he not a not a dream-land wise?
The Revealing Course
Dear sweet heart, The exchange of love letters, Our abstract impossible, Gardens our trees,
My Journey Through Some British Poets.
My Journey Through Some British Poets. by Ray Subrata If I start from Shakespeare, I see love be-fooling Time,
True Education’s Prize.
Do you think? ‘I don’t deserve! I have stung ministers and big brothers, In my art evoking body’s harp, Yes, yes, I do deserve!
The Rose Within The Cover
The rose is ever green, The rose remains bloomed
The Broken Glass .
Alone I was, And wished, To have a mate, Said the nasty street,
The Atomic Structure In Mutual Sex.
Atom creates atom from within, As the creation evolves from mother Divine. Saturation is denied at the first phase, Every atom posses a positive and a negative rage,
I Want To Forget You.
I Want To Forget You. I confess, I am in tress, Of your winks’ missiles,
Arpita’s Vow On Cultivating Faith’s See...
Declared she at the age of twenty, Hey, -me! No profit I can earn, Save the whirlwinds and burns, Of the rooted parasites of so many lives,
From A Son To His Divine Mother(Saroda)
From A Son To His Divine Mother(-Saroda.) I wish to be a mad, A mother-loran lad, With one stay in life,
No change shared she,
Spring passed like wave,
Rains flood had no impact,
Autumns though set on her body,
And winter’s cold, proved bold,
Ever young, though without old.
I am hers and she is mine,
Nature and Time never shine,