Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|641.||A Friend’s Gift.||4/10/2011|
|642.||A Fourtunate Father With His New Daughter, -Dedicated To Joyce Loba Flores. By Ray Subrata||9/19/2011|
|644.||A Father's Appeal To His Daughters.||4/23/2014|
|646.||A Dummy’s Cry With Painted Heart!||4/23/2011|
|647.||A Draught Of Nectar From Lotus Feet.||3/3/2011|
|648.||A Devotee’s Prayer.||7/16/2013|
|649.||A Critical Survey On Poe's Supernatural!||7/12/2014|
|651.||150th Birth Anniversary Of Swami Vivekananda, -The Divine Unconscious.||1/12/2013|
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 ...
The Mission Of Life
Life is a vain glory save love,
The laws of Karma, are hard and tough.
Attachment clouds soul,
And brings more suffering from sense pleasure,
Self benefits scale station, and fake is the pleasure.
Service alone with share to all,
Can stop one from his tragic fall,
For you are all living soul,