Subrata Ray Poems

So many days have gone
The psychic link sustains
Few cloud-lets mirror the sun
And my poor being with blind eye
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The truth is the hardest nut to crack,
Cowards triumph over ego's lands,
While the wises in peace embark.
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You are citizen of word's province,
With a liaison of word-queen,
And get nourished with word' wine.
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She in her crescent blare,
Flashed as damasked May,
My wonder waiting eyes glimmered,
Beyond the visibility of a bay.
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Fallen in love? sounded a voice,
Where from? question came from noise.
From your heart, -I mean,
How! it is not seen.
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The secret-sacred would not remain secret,
Each day's growing love would bloom that sense,
In thousands readers and poets, it would be fragrance,
Your poems bear the glory of your love, and mine is share,
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O Lord touch us with your Divine Touchstone,
Free us from mind’s disease, and morbid moan,
While in Naught’s garden we seek illusion’s fruits,
Pray you to convert our evils into hood,
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A kiss imagined,
Is fine.
A kiss on fore head,
Leads the spirit to soul’s gate.
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You are in love, dear Lily, you are in love,
God has made your body as His harp.
Your feelings tunes His rime’s note,
Your soul gets tinged in His light and floats.
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Your Special Some One.

Who is that some one?
Either God or none,
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