Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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.
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 ...
The scholarships and the high profiles of my friends,
Erect barrier to the entry of my vagabond,
For his foolish ignorance, and unconscious trespass,
Rebound with thousand broken hearts.
When difference from within erases,
When all livings as passing shadows,
Fade into the fantasy of illusions,
My Vagabond rises above the reason