Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Biography of Bazi alis Subrata Ray
- The Dollar Beds. -new-
- Old Age
- The Idealzed Damsel
- Swami Vivekananda -The Poet-Prophet.
- The Clown In The Political Circus.
- The Great Friend -Carol Kate Chard-Harge...
- My Longings
- Pity Of Politics
- The Land To Sow The Seed
- A Peg From Your Mystic Story, -Dedicated...
- The Divine Art.
- Surja Sengupta's Ardent Anguish, -Dedica...
- The Vow
- The Loss Of Humanity
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
The Undefined Love.
Love is a haunting spell it allows imagination to fulfill
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.
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?
Mahadev Roy, -A Token Of Love And Gratit...
Others do little, and say more, Seek to open many doors, And project their Gay, in life’s bay, But you with your certitude and faith,
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,
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,