Subrata Ray Poems

Between sleep and dream,
A red rose often flashed,
Amidst the blue-deep.
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Night is dark and blind
But you come as light
And in your face
I see an auspicious sight.
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Once in Western India through a desert country,
Vivekananda Swami had His pilgrimage,
He walked and walked on passage after passage,
Crystal lakes, trees and pants clad in green hue,
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The worth of growing,
The virtue of becoming,
Stage by stage subtly beauteous,
With service and care,
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She is the romantic queen,
In her eye I see my mortal ruins.
She sees the things, never were seen,
Surely in my poetry she had always been.
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What Is Love?

Love is God
Love makes our Lord
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The Phantom hangs!
The phantom haunts,
The phantom in us,
From birth to death runs.
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The Humble Liquid.

Lost in admiration,
In wonder-revealing awe,
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The Supernatural Transformation.

The pagoda pinnacle of your eye,
And the occult face of the face's mirror,
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Yours is green -land -granite -grand,
Painter, poet with thousand strands,
Un-fathomed love from the depth of the sea,
An immortal spirit in muddy -vesture you be.
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