Heart Wishes In Vain To Be Reigned. Poem by Subrata Ray

I wish to speak of my heart’s language,
I wish to unburden my meaningless stay,
I wish to pour forth, the profuse poetry
Alas! none lends, none bends, to hear.

My fountain –head, sprightly passages,
Through the lands with melodious messages,
Alighted in a lit up light –boat, on Time’s highway,
On either side, the divine brides, sprinkle My dewy-rays.

The unrequited pathos of this love-loran poor figure,
Now finds, a tempest, a tide, riddles-effusion, with no measure.
The harvest is done, spring has come, senses getting lost.
Life’s drudgery, with uncommon misery, pass into the coast.



My mind was ascending to the high to higher regions,
The flight was caught by a spirit, and I got entrapped in a vision.


There, un-scrolled a series of my ever loving faces
From life to life runs the flowing races.
One that is my ever cherished shrine,
My soul of Soul, the life's coveted goal.
From finite to infinite that rolls.


What I saw, what I feel,
Never, never that I can tell.
Nothing to hide and nothing to reveal,
Only a sound of distant bell.
The earth and the heaven get dropped from the scene,
The tranquil mirth, body-less birth, in an occult cave,
Liberated me, in a sky-like concave, and emancipation gave.

Who would hear,
who would care
The subject and the object mingle in to one,
So many births’, passions’ mirth, all are gone.