Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
I Have Borne
Ah, it pains me, to be a living scar unto Thee,Upon Thy blazing sun-face the single spotWhen the cre
Prerogative
How many lives are in my single frameProfuse like the years it dons,How many births to this one name
Thy Name
How many hours and years I had gatheredDeeds many like gems coarse and subtleTo purchase from life m
Sameness
How varied art Thou in this multiplicity?The rainbow stealing only hues seven,The brooks giggling in
I Hold Thee
I sought from Thee many a thingOf high worth that merits life,Much felicity and knowledge makingThis
He Awaits
How many impediments has thou ownedShunning the ease of a higher light?How many limits debilitating
O Sovereign
Oh I have rejoiced Thee in common hours,The banal and lay moments of human way,The toils expended an
Thy Arrival
The ruddy faced dusk has long goneAnd night wrests for itself remnant light,Only a clutch of stars d
Keep Me
A thousand names can’t yet Thee addressNor can we hold Thee as the unnameable,A million shapes exhau
O Nature
Are these all thy lures O Nature vast,Sin and the false, the virtue and trueSorrow and the low, the
At Her Feet
And thus hast thou culled one more flowerFor thy grim black ceremony O death,Battling one small life
Parley
Wherefore this encumbrance of a nameAnd a brief interlude of body separate,Wither these cycles that
Withdraw Now
Oh how my heart leaps out to even Thy disguise,Even in deformity and dullness art Thou present,In ut
Arrange These
What care is in Thy hands that slowly scuttleMy mind to make it an instrument pliant,Such caution in
Magnificent
What is all thy brilliances O sun flamboyant,Strutting thy rays like a peacock of the sky,Too proud
Who Art Thou
Who art Thou they asked me, muse whoPowers flight of imagination or the seerWho makes all within to
Come With Me
Come with me now to the roads I have strolled,The steep descending valleys of my musings,The lone co
Eternal Tree
Besides a musing lake a symbol banyan treeOn the harsh field of ages we both must serve,There I shal
Cascade
Oh what breeze is this transpiring like faint hope,Lingering like unexpected dew on a summer mornOn
Adored
Oh, many are the cares infesting Thy world,Bodies needing nurture and minds gone astray,The vital li
Accounts
How many cycles of harvest to reap yetFrom my little being of meagre means?After all that is drawn t