The Home Here And Hereafter. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Home Here And Hereafter.

You may share peace,
You may bestow bliss,
But your image I would,
In my heart, never miss.

The path that follows distant nowhere,
The home that unburdens the mirages of time,
And the love that by itself sings on its rime,
Would all be my prerogative above age and clime.

You may be oblivious of me,
While in this earth I shall be no more,
You may, keep closed your door,
And may my ardent psychic rebound back,
But yet hereafter your love would prove to me a hack!

I remember the cottage by the lake,
The flights of scattered cloud-lets above,
The joyous sprouting of the cozy grass,
And amidst all the grotesque of your miracle.

Take it for granted that I am beyond the border,
And yet my Psychic Pilot has His reign here,
My subtle would play its tale in the bygone every where,
My seeds of love would germinate and grow through and through.

Home! The placid tranquility above Time and Sense,
Would bloom in the flower of peace-attained love,
And the rapture Unconscious of abstract Brahman,
Would set link the past with my beloved Avatar (Sri Ramakrishna)