The Abnormal Window


Neither below nor above ,
Natural nature seeks scope ,
To survive on Instinct’s rope .

The normal in periodic table ,
Weaves the Necessity’s fable ,
Here ‘yes’, there ‘no’, runs the tale .

Futile prove all theories of art ,
For what is the ‘Real’ remains untouched ,
The Brain bids goodbye ,
When God rises in the Lotus-bloomed-Heart .

From measure to measure runs the Measure ,
The awakened vision alone gives the pleasure ,
Eye, ear, nose, tongue, touch and mind ,
Turn into the other hidden twin ,
And the own Identity – the Absolute Normal ,
Rises as Sun , in Unconscious–Sky(Chid-Akash)

The Non-Dual in the dual takes hold ,
The Unborn –Ancient –Eternal window ,
From the apparent Normal finds a flow .

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Poet Subrata Ray was born on 27th Januray , 1959 , at village Pakisha ,Nator ,Rajsahi in the Rays family of Pakisha Ray-Estate . The credential ties of his academic career ,-cover ,-a Honors degree in English from University Of Calcutta -followed by two master degrees in English language and literatures . Subrata Ray is a published author of several books from Amazon and Indian publications as ,-A Critical Review On English Poetry ,A Critical Review On History Of English Literature And Language , Gate Ways To The Soul , Sangitanjali ,-etc published by Bani Sansad ,and Nabina ,-Kolkata. Ray’s contributations of poetry to the global net ,-in the different sites ,as ,Academy of American poems , Poetry.com , Poem Hunter , Speaking Tree , www.subrataray.com , are more than 3000 poems , and criticisms on English and American poets , novelists , and dramatists . At present Subrata Ray is The Secretary cum The Headmaster of 12-grade Govt. Sponsored school ,-Moula Netagi Vidyalaya ,-Howrah ,-West Bengal ,India
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