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 Pilgrims To Divinity
The Pilgrims To Divinity,
Often the grace of God comes from friends,
Who from illusions' misery themselves wean,
With the fruits of conscience, faith and devotion,
They catch the wandering mind,
Entrap that, in a cage of stern austerity,
And refine the crude oil of their lamps.