The New Year 2012 To You.
New Year To You.
Years come and go,
But God remains the same,
We live with Him and His name.
With His birth day, -our life sun rises,
Our faults and sins get washed,
we are awakened with divine touch.
We wear new dress, in our new birth,
For, the Christmas illumines Heaven on the Earth.
The Primordial Forest Haunts Quest.
The Trojan adventure treads its test,
After a long adventure downy –breast,
Paris’ Helen in willow’s forest.
Hark! Hush! the heroes. whisper,
Beneath the battles in battle’s cover.
The hanging souls hang over.
The cowards of ancient forest,
Medals rewarded in animal-set,
The primordial forest haunts quest.
God Is From Chaos To Cosmos.
Yes, yes sir,
I have no bar,
To tell you the mystery,
The great creator,
Who seems to stand afar,
Enjoys Himself in His own story.
The epic is His creation,
Field to field He unifies,
Stations stored, -
Elements are hoarded,
In table strung,
One form chaos,
For journey to cosmos,
From vast unconscious sprang.
Woman And Her Worth.
As mother mine,
In my heart’s lotus shines,
The greatest part in creation’s twin.
As pole star impress,
Save the part of God’s creation,
Woman waves the tidal life’s motion.
Rises into ecstasy man’s harp,
In temporal pilgrimage the rarest part.
Fidelity Is Lost!
The truth value of the self,
Isolates the evils,
With Fidelity, -the fence.
The apparent world,
Rests on some fidelities rooms,
As the sea, hill, and the sky.
Man erects Fidelity to rebuild the self,
Of the nothingness that abounds,
In ambitions’ race to corruption’s home.
His nowhere is the easy –compromise,
With the effacing of the fence,
Then the evil within with evil without,
Mingle and dance!
Medusa’s Kiss. by Ray Subrata
The trends of gorgons,
From Greek to Modern go on,
And desert hearts seek oasis,
The vital trance of Medusa’ kiss.
Vitality’s beauty, -a fire to flame,
Passions’ blind fury sustains the claim.
Back to the Trojan war, Paris’ Helen,
The stooping of Roman emperors’
To gorgon glory of Cleopatra’s game,
The sway is, Medusa ‘s name,
However fake cloth you constantly wear,
An appeal within of Medusa you bear!
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.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
The Mystery Of Word Divine. by Ray Subrata
Thought feeling and sense,
With image and idea divine.
Through word, they reflect and shine.
The greater the Being is agile,
The brighter the words it trails
On stations of mind’s cultivation
Words get empowered with motion.
Here it elevates the mind, there it clouds
Here it spreads ardor, there joy it alouds.
It takes its journey from the mind’s periodic table,
And exposes, image and pictures, like a television cable.
To My Mistress.
The green field peeps,
The sky blues the gusto,
And river glides the fascination!
Your temple enchants passage,
For the ran-random -whims of humor,
Seeks completion in your Nature's mine.
The created heavens of strange madness,
Imply magnitudes with the past weaning,
As if the threshold sucks nectar.
The lonely bird on a bare tree by the desert,
Dreams the bliss of the innocence of adolescence,
And the sparks of fire, - blaze on Time!
The Earth Quake In India! by Ray Subrata
Just a few hours ago,
The malignant Fate,
Gave a rousing shake,
Houses and rocks,
Trembled and break.
Parts of India, as Shikim,
Darjeeling, the whole Bengal,
Now are in panic gloom,
Who knows the uncertain doom!
Earth Quake, -the Nature’s wrath,
Remains ever beyond our Science’s tool,
It makes, all weather wise, concrete fool.
God alone, and our faith as base,
Are the stays of all human race,
And we must pray for our well being,
God’s grace and His Divine healing.