What Happens When The Subtle Body Gets Separated From The Gross One? Poem by Subrata Ray

What Happens When The Subtle Body Gets Separated From The Gross One?



When I was a child, the world faced multitudinous faces,
My ignorance found joy and delight in thousand graces.
My love then knew no body’s desire,
I was a lamp without carnal fire.

…My budding senses were busy to share,
The nature without, and its enchanting fair.
I had the faith to believe what they say,
Lied they most, but they were gay.

The books I read were other men’s thought,
Mine own upbringing began to lose,
But in some of them, beyond my syllabus,
I felt some mysterious touch,
I was a child and growing to boy,
I was nervous, I was coy,

Then after years, I learnt some secret art,
In me I bear two bodies’ part,
But my love, was haunted by a third person’s hand,
Sometimes in landscape, often in hill, and still on a strand,
I stood and cried, cried and stood, to know who is he,
I felt it was a strange tornado within me.

Next through my succeeding years,
Might I lose Him, I had the fear,
Love to women, love to men, love to all of universe,
No longer seemed to me, tragedy and farce.
Negations if any, was my desires’ covers,
Masquerades they were, not my lovers.

Where am I, what is my goal, ?
Am I a body, or a living soul?
Am I not inviting gloom each day,
In my pilgrimage towards the bay.

Then I met my spiritual Master,
Who erased the wrong words with His duster,
And wrote some few words in my inner board,
Each installed letter is mighty sword.
I feel now the cosmic glory,
In contraction and expansion, life’s story,
And when the subtle body gets separated from the gross one,
Liberated is the soul, all bondage of sufferings are gone.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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