Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Biography of 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.
The Undefined Love.
Love is a haunting spell it allows imagination to fulfill
The Omnivorous Bed.
The eyes twinkle, The minds bro show, The snakes in the bodies, Hiss and go.
Mahadev Roy, -A Token Of Love And Gratit...
Others do little, and say more, Seek to open many doors, And project their Gay, in life’s bay, But you with your certitude and faith,
Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all, The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall. Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower, And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
The Fool's Paradise
The Fool’s Paradise. Who is the Fool that creates Fool’s paradise, ? Is he not a not a dream-land wise?
The Mystery Of Music
The Mystery Of Music. Music by nature is without word, As the dumb in us prevails, The notes within find flow,
The Revealing Course
Dear sweet heart, The exchange of love letters, Our abstract impossible, Gardens our trees,
My Journey Through Some British Poets.
My Journey Through Some British Poets. by Ray Subrata If I start from Shakespeare, I see love be-fooling Time,
True Education’s Prize.
Do you think? ‘I don’t deserve! I have stung ministers and big brothers, In my art evoking body’s harp, Yes, yes, I do deserve!
The Rose Within The Cover
The rose is ever green, The rose remains bloomed
The Broken Glass .
Alone I was, And wished, To have a mate, Said the nasty street,
The Atomic Structure In Mutual Sex.
Atom creates atom from within, As the creation evolves from mother Divine. Saturation is denied at the first phase, Every atom posses a positive and a negative rage,
I Want To Forget You.
I Want To Forget You. I confess, I am in tress, Of your winks’ missiles,
O Lord touch us with your Divine Touchstone,
Free us from mind’s disease, and morbid moan,
While in Naught’s garden we seek illusion’s fruits,
Pray you to convert our evils into hood,
Be kind enough to spoil our coveted happiness,
Curse that may appear, but that’s the ultimate bliss.