Best Poems From
RAY SUBRATA RAY
(27.01.1959)
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What Is My Relation by Ray Subrata
Don’t know why and how,
In my mother’s womb first,
My shelter was destined with His trust.
Then on earth, -a strange place,
Wondering eye, hovering grace,
Started my second phase.
Sense to things with name,
Attraction’s bondage came.
Feeling and body began to play,
In the house of my earthly clay.
My dumb reflected on alphabet,
Letter to sentence, opening gates.
Mother, father, sky and bird,
Came up as integral part.
The exposed nature with concrete form,
And the thoughts of the past in bookish norm,
Mates and teachers, the warning bell,
Entered in to my reforming cell.
Then in a cloudy and stormy morning,
The drudgery of lively hood in me springs.
Tidal of love for fair sex,
Cut my being with a sharp Axe.
A room within room,
Sun rise and gloom,
With new Me’s and She’s,
Sprouted in my mid-day’s lease.
My negligence to my inherited friends,
Ray Subrata Ray
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When I Feel In Love, I Could Not Know, by Ray Subrata
O mystery divine lady,
I did not read your book,
And you did never me hook,
And still we did not meet in person.
And I admit, we meet here in the Face Book,
You saw the likeness of photo and I your look,
Neither of us ever read others book.I admit.
Yet my absence, steals your time,
And yours thwarts my breezy rime,
We never did talk of our interest of prime.
We knew not even the term love,
And its damaging life force, but..
So what you would ask, and you,
May it be so, like hounds haunted harts,
For some reason beyond, in afternoon,
You rise with the sun, slow but steadily,
Finding you save in passion-un-trodden land,
You would even die for a dye,
In your vacation, rather sense motif,
And wheel I awhile, a relief in no-man’s land,
May it be we are teased for our emancipation,
A Hand invisible, live-green in our own land.
We did not fall, but we mounted in love,
Neither we give nor we take, but discover,
Our eternal identity, Oh! Master, O mine,
Yours we are two, yours spirit –born darling.
Ray Subrata Ray
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Who Am I! Who Am I? by Ray Subrata
Happy, joyous, marvelous, -I am your friend.
Hey new year!
You creep into memory,
With each day’s glory,
Of love and sense empathy.
Surely you know,
Now I am not Time bound,
Never I had been.
So many Big-Banks,
My passages witnessed,
From Time scrolled tree.
Dear Love, -my friend,
Today’s is but a discovery,
Eternity born we are,
Through billions bodies dwelling
And again recognize our frame.
The other day a friend to Man,
J.C. Bose, -our Bengali scientist,
Declared electromagnetic claim,
The possibility of relativity,
And atomic evolution, -quanta’s name,
I did not bother then, how they came,
For the Space had its reality in abstract frame,
As mine in imagination, and yours in thought,
His in feelings, and hers, - empathy lot.
Matter conscious, micro-wave-touch,
Penjeus, William, Penrose, -a class,
Atomic and Unified fields, –feeling glimpse.
Sky and soul, through several collisions roll,
Our psychic –cosmos, is the boss,
O Lady, you are the part –of creation’s heart,
And you play the glory of your Time-less art.
Shadowy shadow flash
From the depth of your glass,
The Sun Origin shines,
The signs of yours and mine,
Soul takes a flight in Vast Unconscious’ sky,
Recognition! realization! Who Am I! ! !
Ray Subrata Ray
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With Timeless Sun Upon Timeless Morn. by Ray Subrata
Love oh! my lonely bride,
Unnoticed primrose by river side,
Lonely love, amidst thousand groom,
So many rooms, but room within room,
An ever unblemished, lotus-bloom.
The decay of my sadness, -wounded gloom.
Sitting in your shadowy blinds,
You look forward, and dismay behind,
To be tempest torn,
Tornado blown,
Of your psychic virgin’s futility.
Your lover with your empty shrine,
Feelings’ flower, with waited green,
Fostered rosy, willingly crazy,
Dreamland Darling’s saturated dream.
Lonely Time busy boggy,
The day is shining but foggy,
Rest is seen, but restless within,
The Eternal mitigation’s airy casement,
The magic-opening with ethereal touch,
The deluge –drunk, oblivious of rebirth,
Of hitherto, un -contented sorrow, bourne,
With Timeless Sun, upon timeless morn.
Ray Subrata Ray
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