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Best Poems From
RAY SUBRATA RAY
(27.01.1959)
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One Eyed Man. by Ray Subrata
The Day’s eye,
Needs no dye,
God stations it here,
The stars are,
The other eyes,
And remains afar.
One eye also we have,
The two are the parts,
Light from the one,
Emits and bursts.
Our two eyes get reformed with the image of God,
Through Purity, passion, perseverance, for our lord.
Then the same thing appears with different meaning, color and sense,
For the link gets established, as there is no temptation stirred fence.
Ray Subrata Ray
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One’s Presence. by Ray Subrata
A presence impels to hear,
A presence compels to bear,
A presence kills the sorrows,
A presence knows no borrow.
A presence fills the heart with beauty,
A presence inspires to sublimate duty,
A presence proves an anchor, in life,
A presence’s departure makes us weep.
A presence tinges the sprouting hopes,
A presence sustains the joyous scope.
A presence reigns unifies,
A presence binds with love’ tie,
A presence sensitizes the conscious Being,
A presence sustains our every thing.
Ray Subrata Ray
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Ornamentation Of My Darling by Ray Subrata
Once my darling came to me
“Adorn and beautify me”, said she,
I a poor fellow, no means have mine,
Look around, and said, “Say wish of thine’
Knew not I why and what way,
Found I passage, and became gay.
The vermilion amidst thy brow
Looks reddish through and through
Snatching from Rainbow, I paint on you
That emits charms and graceful view.
I have borrowed the blue sky,
To cover thy body, well neigh,
I told the Rainbow of thy Beauty’s grace,
With its ‘red’ at once, thy feet it embraces.
The prim rose flowers,
Watched hour by hour,
To cover thy intricate hair.
From the Mother plant,
They at once land,
Making the mother plant, bare.
The blooming moon,
Came down soon,
To hang below thy ear,
To make thee uniquely fair,
Your dark eyes tempt the condensed west wind,
Painting thy eyes, fulfillment it finds.
I wish to see the reddish lips,
The Coral –queen brought a heap.
Painter Kenneth, with his flora –brush,
Wrought out, the Beauty’s finishing touch.
I wish how her Beauty finds praise,
Came forward, Leinian, - the poetess.
A critic must be there to find out any lacking,
Nitish commented, – Live-abstract in flashy imaging.
My darling demanded my opinion,
Who am I to speak of, the enigma –fusion.
The nature where bows to offer her treasure,
Her slightest sight,
Fires strange –light,
And the smile quakes, Soul’s flooding pleasure.
Trembling, quivering, vibrating I,
Is she my darling, I cried in sigh,
The Mother Divine has played her wish,
Blessed, blessed I am, with Her grace’s bliss.
Mine were beware! thereunder!
Sun, Moon, lightening, under,
Caverns of memories from vast Unconscious,
Release of thousand bondage in Mother’s touch.
Ray Subrata Ray
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Phantom Shadows In Phantom-Land by Ray Subrata
In the appointed hour came,
Coordinator announced names,
Flowers and bees were seen,
Opened the velvet screen.
Audience sought love,
Each bought empty cup,
To share and bear,
The ugly and fair.
Two adolescents were seen,
With rosy hopes, and apple-green,
Behind the flash back posture,
Bony skinny grave yard wink.
Artist Beethoven and Michael Jackson,
Came and dropped by years blown,
Trance of aesthetic-wild rose to death,
The past and future Lethe –ward set.
Moon tongued music waved the wind.
King Henry VIII and Agamemnon,
Killing queen and plundering minion,
Opened back door of horror buffoon.
Socrates with glass of Hemlock executed truth,
Lincoln turned his feet to Granite root,
Vivekananda left a skeleton to human-hood,
No more are there so many –tears cultivated fruit.
Fie your kingly honor,
Fie your cowardice valor,
War, rape, and massacre,
And vain reasonings’ shower,
Cried out a Time-faced woman with her stand.
All are phantom-shadows in phantom-land.
Ray Subrata Ray
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