The Blue Ride. Poem by Subrata Ray

Upon the gray desert,
The stand still Dreary waits,
Along with the daily mirage.

The Sun shares no geography,
And the Moon shines not on lover’s bed,
Yet my Love for me retreats.

A blue wine He is,
And a frenzy beyond,
My foreignly apparent set.

His echoing wither,
Cyclones azure births,
Lifting whirls of quicksands.

Like hidden flower from the tree,
Or awakening with oratory,
Or fiery flood from the volcano,
My Love remakes blue universe.

He widens my soul to shore-less blue,
And absorbs the vain Time and Space,
While with Him, who am I, I have no trace!