Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|761.||Your Mute Reflects In My Dumb.||3/5/2011|
|762.||Your Rosy Love’s Wounds Set Me Cry.||3/5/2011|
|763.||Your Special Some One||3/5/2011|
|764.||Your Unconditional Love.||10/24/2011|
The Undefined Love.
Love is a haunting spell
it allows imagination to fulfill
what oft was thought but never dealt.
Love is a puzzling hang,
-and enchants the arrested being, -
for the realization of the infinite spring.
Love is a psychic-divine,
Though life fades,
Love proves a calm lake,
As devotee meditates on,
Love means a search for another,
The buried bigger of our secret sharer,
More than the equal in abstract mirror!
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,
Be kind enough to spoil our coveted happiness,
Curse that may appear, but that’s the ultimate bliss.