Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|761.||Your Mute Reflects In My Dumb.||3/5/2011|
|762.||Your Rosy Love’s Wounds Set Me Cry.||3/5/2011|
|763.||Your Special Some One||3/5/2011|
|764.||Your Unconditional Love.||10/24/2011|
The Undefined Love.
Love is a haunting spell
it allows imagination to fulfill
what oft was thought but never dealt.
Love is a puzzling hang,
-and enchants the arrested being, -
for the realization of the infinite spring.
Love is a psychic-divine,
Though life fades,
Love proves a calm lake,
As devotee meditates on,
Love means a search for another,
The buried bigger of our secret sharer,
More than the equal in abstract mirror!
The Loss Of Humanity
The Loss Of Humanity.
Why so many words?
Why not stoic are the bards?
Why like rotten smell words bubble,
Why enchanting arts,
Bring home seas of troubles!
Erosion of inner virtue signs,
The psychic suffers of cunning,