Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|802.||Your Lines On My Face, -To My Divine Darling. By Ray Subrata||9/18/2011|
|803.||Your Mute Reflects In My Dumb.||3/5/2011|
|804.||Your Rosy Love’s Wounds Set Me Cry.||3/5/2011|
|805.||Your Special Some One||3/5/2011|
|806.||Your Unconditional Love.||10/24/2011|
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 ...
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,