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🌹✒️POETRYS – Hillol Ray✒️🌹


Hillol Ray, D. Lit.(Honoris Causa) and Ph.D, Poet Laureate, Author, Song Writer, and Multi-linguist, is a Civil- Structural – Environmental Engineer, and Manager of Drinking Water Supply (Underground Injection Control) Enforcement Program, with the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He received letters of personal compliments for his innovative thoughts and poems, from the former U.S. President Bill Clinton, former U.S. Vice President and Nobel Peace Laureate Al Gore, Jr., the U.S. EPA Administrator Lisa P. Jackson; the Cousteau Society President Madame Francine Cousteau (wife of world renowned oceanographer, Jacques Yves Cousteau) of Paris, France, and Mother Teresa of Kolkata, India. He was announced as the Brownbuiders of Note Hall of Fame in March/April and July/August 1978 and March/April 1979 by the Brown & Root, Inc. in Houston, Texas, USA. In 2006, he received the NFIA (National Federation of Indian American Associations) National Award from Long Beach, California, USA, in Liberal and Fine Arts. His biography has appeared in “500 Leaders of Science” and “International Directory of Distinguished Leadership” – both published by the American Biographical Institute (ABI) in North Carolina, and also in many other biographical books, published by the International Biographical Centre (IBC) from Cambridge, United Kingdom. He has been interviewed by and published on “China Campus” magazine from Beijing, China, as well as in many popular magazines/newspapers/webzines and TV and Radio stations in USA and abroad; inducted under the “Nobel Laureates and Famous Indian Americans in USA”; conferred “Diversity Poet” by the University of Michigan Medical School in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and “Inspirational Speaker” by the University of Wisconsin at Eau Claire, U.S.A. He received the Bronze Medal (2001) and Customer Service Award (2002) from U.S. EPA, Literary Award (2018) from BECAA (Bengal Engineering College Alumni Association of North America and Canada), Distinguished Service Award 2018 (Literary Accomplishments and Human Rights Activist) from Cultural Association of Bengal (CAB – New York); “Foreign Jewel – India’s Pride Award (2015) from Moramer Katha Literary Organization (Midnapore, W. Bengal). He is listed in Marquis Who’s Who in America, Marquis Who’s Who in Science and Engineering, and Marquis Who’s Who in the World. In 2018, He was presented with the Albert Nelson Marquis Lifetime Achievement Award from New Jersey, USA. On Odtober 4, 2021, he was bestowed the Vidyasagar Award at the CCSN 2021 – 10th International Conference on Computing, Communication and Sensor Network, held in Kolkata, India.

June 16, 2022

Uncanny Voices of Grand Canyon
Hillol Ray

The Grand Canyon, where shadows of clouds
Hover peacefully throughout the whole year-
And the sleepy sun appears to be burning,
For the global visitors to behold and cheer!
Shades of hill-top trees change their colors,
Under the tinctured veil of serene starry sky-
Shaking their rattles, chanting, and clutching
With the whirling romance of the passersby!

Selfish winds continue to battle and stride,
To split the monotony of lightnings’ pain-
And the peaks of distant hills start to dance,
Like scarlet demons in acrid smell of rain!
The sun rolls slowly with a “mummied face”,
Beneath the crevices and heaps of velvet sky-
And the rainwater behind the rainbows pour in,
To let her disappear and say a solemn goodbye!

Forlorn clouds prefer to float in a lazy procession,
And the “Goodyear Blimp” bobs cleverly around-
While black-dappled walls of the mountain homes
Extinguish last red wisp of sun to be heaven bound!

The morning showers surround the Grand Canyon,
With fauna as well as the kinship with mankind-
And the battered scraps of rocks falling downhill
Emulate the uncanny voices for the ghosts to find!!

June 16, 2021

© Copyright June 16, 2021 by Hillol Ray

Hooded Serpent With Curved Fangs
Hillol Ray

On its last chapter, my life resembles a “crane”
That has lifted weights of many tons and pounds-
And the grasp of brain didn’t go through drain,
To arrive where it’s today with a joy as it sounds!
Vibrant strength of success in this epic life
Now fashions the charms of our planet’s delight-
And shifts the loads of somnolent griefs with mirth
This life has endured, but now they’re out of sight!

As a weaver of words, my spirits weaved like a loom,
And moved on an unmoving Earth or an uncanny tree-
But who knows when and where the “shuttle” will rest,
On a rocky hill or a beautiful fjord to set me free?
My life is cocooned with fears drenched in waling tears,
And the regrets, hesitations with doubts follow through-
Just like the limbs of a moving crane in audible actions,
Over the years, as my enchanted brain focused and grew!

Inaudible mandates, instant obedience with submissiveness
Stretch the habitat’s and mankind’s hidden desires on Earth-
Of fabulous sunsets, waves, and the moon-bewildered dreams
Cling as the “nest” that we watch since our holy birth!
Destiny crawls on its own claws over the passage of time,
With an absolute ease as the heavy sack of worry hangs-
And the rhythmic faith, hope, fortitude, and love
Transcend me into a hooded serpent with curved fangs!!

July 16, 2022

© Copyright July 16, 2022 by Hillol Ray

Halcyon Nests
Hillol Ray

Beneath the abandoned throats of sea forests,
Dreams cling to my tranlucent brain-
With a faint radiance, may be by chance,
And the eye brows reflect to motivate my eyesto train!
Obscured faiths lean on their shoulders,
Like embracing the hands in freezing cold-
And braid the rough hairs beterrn the breasts,
But tilt upon the sand dunes with a touch of gold!

The passionless air hangs heavy on spider webs,
And the fallen petals from flowering bushes soften the pathway-
But my tideless mind drinks the nectars of joy,
From the narrow throats of jasmines as they sway!
Nameless drunkards of the untamed turbulent sea
Draw the contours of shattered moonlit night-
Through the shadowed throats of sea forests
With half-conceived beauty within their uncanny sight!

The reckless clouds in my lunatic vision
Lay their breasts upon the tidal sea-
And the sullen winds from the eastern sky
Solicit my quills movement to say: “We love Thee”!
The rows of palm trees speak with soft acclamation,
And the turtles cry with crocodile laughter-
While the quivering swan s are lulled by whisper,
And topple the summoning desireof my quill after!

Wandering winds from the sea forests
Carry on their task of welcoming joy-
Hindered by mathematic splendor of the sphere’s chime,
As if incessant to a child adorned by the toy!
My pinnacled head begins to search for halcyon nests,
But fears upon losing their freedom cloud the eyes-
And my quills try to curtain off rhe eyes with sleep,
Bemused by the antic spirits sprinkled from the skies!!

July 22, 2022

© Copyright July 22, 2022 by Hillol Ray


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