Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Her I Worship
Her I worship, the battler-divine, mother of heroes,Fosterer of aryan-stock, warriors of honed will,
Hundred Hundred Cycles
Lives and loves I have shed like the mulberry in autumn,Withered becomings all snapped and floating
Yagña’s Device
A thousand fires clamour in me, each a flame torchOf will dipped in burning splendour of the spirit,
Of Her
“Who art thou sapling, a tendril feeble and trivial,What business thine in this age for the titanic?
Chariot Of Sound
An ornamented chariot of sound I did once mount,Riding upon a foam-crested waves of a storm,Billowin
Rainbow Bridge
How abrupt are all the yogas of oldInciting the mind to turn upon itselfOr reining breath to rhythmi
Soma Cup
What quandary am I now caught, in this bridging cusp,Like a chick that pierces its ensphering prison
Take This Too
How many spires I have overpassed in this long climb,How many selves have withered and fallen helple
For Thee
There it was, a tremendous pandemonium unleashed,A shower of thunders as from crash of colliding wor
Alchemy Art
A long trail of dusks was life, setting into nightsGrim and grimmer, the dark travail upon my browRi
Adventure
I grow dangerous by every passing hour,Bereft of shame and grow evermore garrulous,Faintly, faintly
O Deliverer
What hast Thou done, whence have my vagrancesDeparted? The cherished confusions all disappearedLeavi
Yagña
Many are the rites of observances I holdBy strict grammars of speech and gesture,All by the acute ey
Protagonist
What a dire enterprise this, a bottomless pursuit,A lone endeavour of archaeology of the soul,To cla
Estranged
A painstaking tower I built, layering thought upon thought,Far above the human spheres, past wanderl
Hasty Oath
All my flares have reduced to a single pious flameBurning alone on a ignoble globe whizzing somberUp
Belated Wisdom
Censure me not O thought for I did in earnestStand guard upon the watchtowers of being,I manned the
Chronicler
In wide-eyed adolescence I often looked upIn wonder at science’s surface magnificence,All its schema
Is It Thus?
Is it thus, at the transition of an age,The withdrawal of norm and decorum?A surfeit of dismantling
The Seer’s Story
What business occupies the Seer I have wondered,Perched precariously upon white snows of silence,Wha
Synopsis
Am but a form sprouted on the human tree,An outgrowth on earthly soil of deep roots,Labouring long t