Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Silver Star - 3,602 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems

721. Theresa Andres Hermita. 1/20/2015
722. These Smiles 6/24/2014
723. Thoughtless Suspension. 8/4/2013
724. Thoughtless Thoughts’ Farming Lust. 3/3/2011
725. Time Fridged Silence And Noisy Gaps. 3/11/2011
726. Time Table Is As The Time Goes. 3/31/2011
727. To Her Baby Ox 9/18/2011
728. To Jan Mielke Schwartz, -The Spiritual Soul 10/19/2013
729. To Loving Partha Sarothi -A Token Of Love. 10/23/2014
730. To Mac Adrone Adonay 3/9/2014
731. To Makbul Fida Hussein, At His Demise. By Ray Subrata 6/12/2011
732. To Marian Haddad, -A Token Of Friendship. 1/25/2015
733. To My Beauteous Friend Marian Haddad, 4/8/2011
734. To My Dearest Husband. 1/11/2015
735. To My Friends, -Birth Day Greetings. 1/26/2014
736. To My Great Spiritual Master, - 9/7/2014
737. To My Mistress. 5/7/2012
738. To The Lotus Feet Of Mahapurush Maharaj (Swami Shivananda) 4/23/2011
739. To Thomas Hardy 12/9/2012
740. Tragic Hero And Saint. 3/5/2011
741. Transient Permanence 2/4/2012
742. True Education’s Prize. 5/1/2013
743. True Friendship 8/9/2013
744. True Friendship 10/24/2011
745. Voyage Through Spiritual Paradise 6/23/2013
746. Waited Dawn Shifts To Lonely Noon. 3/25/2011
747. Wander-Waiting Arpita Samanta 10/4/2012
748. We Are All Assured That State. 3/7/2011
749. Well By The By, -By Ray Subrata 6/11/2011
750. What Happens When The Subtle Body Gets Separated From The Gross One? 3/5/2011
751. What I Felt In My Darling I Can’t Tell 5/31/2011
752. What Is Love? 5/31/2014
753. What Ought To Have Been My Poem. 1/16/2016
754. While Life Equals Desert. 3/5/2011
755. Who A Poet Is 3/11/2011
756. Who Am I? , -You! ! ! 4/13/2011
757. Who Steeds The Horse! 3/23/2013
758. Who You Are, -The Truth-Tree With Beauty-Fruit. 4/28/2011
759. Why Secret Sharer? 8/17/2014
760. Woman And Her Worth. 3/22/2011
Best Poem of Bazi alis Subrata Ray

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.

I had many a query and musing,
On the occasional projections,
And silently condensed forms and figures,
Like the recovery of oblivious dreams.

In temple, church and caves, the same image,
The same exploration, more in wretched and outcast,
Had an impelling sway as if a drop of water holds thousand oceans,

Like the ardent cry of an widow damsel,
For a promised off-sea captain,
Or the ...

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The Unspeakable

The Unspeakable

I want to say you something,
Thou nothing comes up in the saying,
An uncaught bubble of feeling,
Beyond the horizon launches its wings.

What it is and why it haunts, ?
I muse and muse in confused times,

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