Arpita's White Story Of Love. Poem by Subrata Ray

Arpita's White Story Of Love.



You urged me to say,
The white story of love,
With its fading colors,
And where and nowhere,
Of abstract chariot.

And me a self-same rail,
Just remember and forget,
The mission and the target,
That sprang and hang,
As birth and death.

Your departure rooted,
Ocean’s permanent waves,
Ancient mountain’s cave,
As the bigger me denounces time,
To share your silent abstract.

You uncovered otherwise,
And led me swim against the current,
Infused eccentricity to have your trace,
To defy the Nature’s naturals,
To bear the burning sorrows,
To erase the yesterdays and the morrows.
Hey glorious Irony, fortune from suffering,
You peel layer after of life’s onion,
And turn into ashes the hopes and fears,
Then from Geometrical atom, you rise,
You urged me to tell in a playful manner,
‘The White story Of Love ‘
And now in me you alone flourish,
As the timeless story of Soul’s light.

Friday, July 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memorial
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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