Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Not Again
Oh Thou art not what Thou seemest,A tranquil visage and silver maned,Calm browed gaze and a halo ble
Thy Truth, Thy Falsity
How many gates hast Thou devisedTo shield Thyself from my adoration,How many veils hast Thou donnedT
A Lamp
The stain of soot on a lamp spentMirrors my grime earned in deeds,The charred residue of a wick burn
Squander Not
Whence the tide of events that leave me thusOn a lonely shore by hope unfrequented,Where the winds t
Purchase Thy Smile
A rigged game is this, a battle one-sided,The end determined at moment of birthAs night is certain w
Appointed Ills
Oh take them back, take them all back,Thy laws sour and the fates that glare,The destiny biding its
Time’s Pauper
Oh what could I ever bring from fallen spheres,From this clay-fostered form a fit offeringIs hardly
None Shall Know
When the long years are all accountedFor fresh fervour and marless yield,When the seed of me is exam
Deplorable Scheme
My piety was pure, my adoration unflinching,My rejections inevitable, gaze to all equal,My hymns wer
Strange
Strange is the manner of Thy loving,An anvil for bed and hammer to kiss,A furnace to ease passions g
How Is It
Who shall venture here of the living,These snow blasted peaks inhumanWith the howl of storms unrelen
What Aid
From basalt I seem to claw for absent gain,A harsh bloody endeavour without fruit,To sow and plow wi
Hollow Proclamations
Oh I tried through the blitz of hoursTo the match the pace of rapid day,But at wake I began so breat
For Thy Will
A slow welter of melancholies sweeps,The tongue lies mute and inarticulate,The feet weighed by immen
Does This Suffice
The flotsam of a far broken melody arrivedWashed to ear-shores by the wind’s waters,Broken sweet not
Axing Hours
Something Thou hast removed nowIn this interval of quick skirmish,A vein or strain is gone somehow,I
Quell This
What affront have I rendered Thee ever,Did a human gesture conspicuously lowSlip out in throes of ig
Do As Thou Wilt
I but asked Thee for Homer’s strainOr a wide vision all Shakespearean,Lyrical beauty of a ValmikiOr
Gloryless
Wither this brief digression into this dire cuspWhere meet surface and a region most infernal,By wha
Pilgrim Routes
To all Thy extremities I have paid homage;The sullen days and deplorable nightsThat alternate the sp
Fire
What fire hast Thou lit withinThat burns every savour in everything?It leaves but a patina thinAnd a