Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Debt
Oh how many lives I have prepared and waited,How many dawns witnessed sleepless,The innumerable dusk
Tree Of Life
What have I not spent for Thee,Threw open the heart’s gates wide,Made my mind Thy habitation free,Th
The Voice
I have met them all, the malformed angels,The fevered priests, the glorious Rakshasas;In each was a
O Time
What change of heart impels thee O Time,Where gone thy menacing visage gory,Lost thy vehemence and p
This Dire Sport
What perilous gravity is Thine compulsively luringAway from all these soil fostered beloved forms,Wr
When All Is Said
Am I ripe yet, body a richly tangled vineClimbing assiduously from soil by clinging branch,Clusters
Pebble
As I pause on the inkless page I wonderIf such a waiting for a reluctant museDidst ever make a Rishi
Repose In Me
Ah, it is fine, avert not Thy gaze,For even to Thee and Thy perfect penMust in an earthly moment pro
A Pittance
Deem our quarrels all settled now,Not by Thy agreeing will of course,For I have seen the world’s dim
Human Hour
How wasted is my heart’s troubadourPouring lyric and melody upon the mute,How pointless is all my fi
Soul Labour
Is there a method to this sustained diminishment,This season of shrivelling of human senseHeightenin
Thy Music
A conspiracy was brewed in the twilightWhen malevolent night vouchsafed for dayA firm seeding in me
Adore
Oh it sat there, mine heart timid and deferent,Unwilling to engage a loud boisterous world,Of indust
Thy Radiance
Am I Thy fire breathed out in mirthful moment,A casual triumph erected by a passing mood Thine,Like
Thee And I
Through cacophony of the world I slog,The forest of doubt I steadily hew,Wade through despair’s endl
Traits
What impulse hast Thou seeded me withThat labours through soil and falling rainDrawing plant and flo
What Miracle Greater
Oh make me every bud that pines for Thy sun,Infesting with aspiration gardens of the world,Make each
Thy Works
Oh pause these lashes marking a woe score,Whence these malignant wills like a processionThat trample
Unsung Songs
What expense of colour is in flower and sky,What buoyant mirth in waves ever joyous,How many melodie
Is It Thus
I come to Thee like Nachiketa of oldMy heart burning with the query fiery,Awaiting an age at Thy por
Night & Day
Kin art thou O night and day,An equal share of my bosom I give - One half for angry sun to flay,Othe