Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
End And Means
How many improbabilities are thine O Spirit,Conjuring a living cell from deaf mute stone?Or propping
The Crown
How many spires O soul hast thou mounted,Through how many lives of long patient labourNurtured caref
Summon Then
O matter-reared frame by earth-sap nourished,A million nerves woven to perchance captureFrom wayward
O Body
O body, earth-flower grown most intricate,Raised from soil thy flesh grown consciousBy rhythmic brea
Exhortations
By feeble exhortations of a human willThrough a repeated attention’s perseveranceInto a rumination I
Silent Marvel
Oh how many raptures crowd Thy spaces,How much beauty will you drench in an hour?What variety of fel
What Am I
What am I to Thee O Infinite,A measly flesh with piffling breathAnd sliver of mind sans any depthYet
Human Calendar
What have I with a human calendarTabling motions of a petty sun,When my day’s orbit by Thee begunCro
Only Thou Knowest
How many cares in a brief life intervalAnd thoughts that trudge on forehead?To how many ends limbs h
O Earth
Not for thy verdant beauty I loved,Nor thy rich moist valley sprawl,Nor the happy heart of coel’s ca
Monuments
Meagre are my means in this cycle,Ordained by Thee this generous povertyStifling the graceful roads
One-Eyed Prophet
Such an one-eyed prophet am saddled with,Always an eager sermon upon his lipsOr breaks monotony with
Teach Me, O Sire
Such habits I pick from Thee O Sire,Each running counter to human current;Every trait of mine render
As You Will
How gently you rock the cradle O Sire,Such deft rhythm like a sonorous humLulling my cries into a pl
Sates No More
Sates me no more, works of this age,The frantic middling concerns so punyForever panicking with bagg
How to Defeat a Falcon( a Sea-Creature & an Asura)
A proud falcon I met once on my way,With a soft beat in its feathery breast,‘A mile I dived to my me
O Swooping Grandeur
How grows the distances between men and I?Their vain scurryings and cherished capricesNow appear lik
Guard O Soul
Guard O soul the plots of our mutiny;Pass through ambition gates without a word,Linger not in tavern
Rue No More
The fanfares have faded, only echoesIn lesser lips the memory of that savour,By reminiscence relivin
All So Shy
Where is thy strong hand O Storm,Gentle thou seemest, almost unarmed?Where O Fate is thy brow of dre
Black Banners
How many villains dost thou harbourIn a fist-sized heart of flesh?How many mutinous feelings to enme