Subrata Ray Poems

Friends from different corners,
Have showered feelings and honors,
From their Love's fountain- springs,
And their divinity in my soul rings.
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Standing on the boarder of apparent and Vast Unconscious,
My vagabond takes an attempt to penetrate the shadowy book,
Dismay sky, azure forest, a ruined-burg, -and tears-oozing look.
A cultivated abstract, -with erected heart, built the castle of hope,
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Soft as cozy fir,
Warm as mother’s lap,
Hot as anxiety’s taxation,
Longing as lost love’s restoration,
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Yes, yes sir,
I have no bar,
To tell you the mystery,
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I could not love you dearest,
I could not love you from heart,
Love that you cultivate,
Needs an ever burning hearth.
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Hers is the whims of s thunderbolt,
And mine was begging a shelter,
Light-winged is her boat to cover,
Mine a lame-footed haggard’s stagger.
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The desert, the Ocean, and the Sky,
In your meditation flash by,
The Sun in the fore-head with closed eye.
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Hey body’s gardener,
Your garden remains barren.,
And stands bare the mother plant,
It recedes to a vanishing shadow,
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You are dumb.
And your art is like you,
Through all faces you peep.
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Calm is the mind on lonely land,
Germinates the conscious in mind’s home,
The rocking of hope and despair slip into cessation,
And the soul awakens from Bhyma ocean.
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