The Sweet Sweetie .

In the ups and down of temptations’ profile ,

You Sweet wipe sorrow’s figure and beguile .

In the dreary ways of unknown miles ,

You Sweet peep and mitigate the weep ,

With your soul effusing smile .

In the hopeless desert  with empty heart ,

Melancholy takes possession on the will ,

You Sweet bloom breaking nature’s seal .

In clouded insecurity while plunge with no rope ,

You Sweet come by like a floating boat ,

And make me the monarch of impossible hope .

While the natural hunger with thirst starve ,

You Sweet repair the senses’ agony ,

And play your unasked love in my harp .

But For Your Presence . 12.2.13

But for your presence ,

How could I have survived .

But for your presence

How  I could have revived ,

The daily  slips and lapses ,

Of my haggard’s stumbling .

But for your presence ,

How could I seek remedy ,

Of my timeless drudgery,

 Cause born dilemma of reasons ,

And nowhere whirl winds of my passage .

But for your presence ,

How could I depend on unconditional love ,

Of a mother to her son or earth to her inmates ,

And how  could I have the passport to glide the gates ,

Of clumsy taxes and egos ,

How could I accept the worth to forgive and forgo .

But for your presence ,

How the vacant and dreary world could have a meaning ,

In my faith and resolution .

Where no concern but your wish prevails .

But for your presence ,

All loves were on give and take –rails ,

Blared and grayish in ghostly frails . 

 

The Global Faith .

» Poems On / About: Faith - Poems | Globala

Bake The Cake What happened ,-the mother cried ?’, ‘A divorce’ ,-the son replied , ‘What now for your children ? Where has the wife gone’ ? ‘I don’t know as future turns’ . ‘Present ?, ‘you have no headache’ , ‘Mother I have only to bake the cake’ , Mr Honest Service for his protest receives a shake , In middle age , from distant office , he is back , The wife asks him, “How Shall we survive /” Poorest keep the pleasure , keep your faith . How would faith manage your lively hood ? Hunger is bad , but faith is ever good . Why shall we lose confidence upon us , Life receives prosperity and adversity’s touch . Present ? You have no headache ? Dear darling , we have only to bake the cake . Tsunami came , took away three lives of five members , The bereaved father , the mad mother , returned to chamber , Months later , when the husband , did half receive , The wife cried then “how we would manage to live ? We have to lead life till we are destined to suffer , Time gradually with its shades , lay a cover . Present ?,You have no headache ? Partner of greatness ,-we can only bake the cake .

Art ,-The Miracle Divice . » Poem by Subrata Ray

Art ,-The Miracle Divice . » Poem by Subrata Ray

The Cosmic Identity .

I feel you presence
The ancient reminiscence ,
That in undated track ,
Rises its back ,
Like a submerged whale .
My dearest abstract !
In time-being concrete ,
From mold to mold you form ,
To shape your Being !
As my blind whims on playthings ,
Get exhausted just as over-sea –bird ,
And retire on a mast , being beguiled ,
Then again wings , sings , makes nest .
Oh ! Night is the oblivious rest ,
The day is burning hopes of dust ,
So many soldiers of my ignorance ,
Hover upon me with pitiful –cast !
I feel your presence ,
And the link of trance ,
Now thinnest is the screen ,
In you collapse I must !

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