Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
Love For The Beloved.
Long before the clicking of time-clock,
When memory had no advent,
Your abstract image planted its reflection,
In the all mirrored prism of my soul.
I had many a query and musing,
On the occasional projections,
And silently condensed forms and figures,
Like the recovery of oblivious dreams.
In temple, church and caves, the same image,
The same exploration, more in wretched and outcast,
Had an impelling sway as if a drop of water holds thousand oceans,
Like the ardent cry of an widow damsel,
For a promised off-sea captain,
Or the ...
Why did I sing my song
to ply her pulse and stir a look,
Knowing not the uncertain harangue,
and all a commanding book.
Where, when and how
the songs turned into an arrow,