Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Hush O Fool
How many quarrels doth thou bring O Time?Grumbling every hour of every day and night!What dismal ple
I Have
I have rowed the strange seas of melancholyFriended only by the steady moaning oar,Drifting and circ
O Venerable, O Ancient!
Once in a grey hour of despairI huddled within in an ego shellCaught in grip of a futility’s spell,A
Onward O Soul
What shall daunt thee O soul,What strong ills or soiling viceSpeckle thy marless shining visageShape
Above All
Give me a heart stout and adamant,Courage that walks the night unarmed,That rues not all the choices
Speak Well Of Us
Rejoice O soul, rejoice now and forever,For we sailed through seas of many lives,Endured angry storm
Sombre Moon
In a mystic terrain of twilight I wanderedPossessed by a muse’s pondering impulseInto a magic wood o
I Shall Yield
What happy pace has clutched my breastAs if drunk of a new moon’s pearly wine?How it beats to rhythm
The Imps
Such a splendid haul did I reel inBy a musing net in my being cast,In few moments the tug was feltDu
O Watcher, O Dweller
What liberty is this of shackles made,Who these that worship the onerous chainCrafted of Nature’s se
New Night
A new night of unknown mint creeps inWith a swarm of moons draped in amberGold, in dreams they slide
Ruse
How many spheres hast Thou infusedInto this paltry globe and our bodies too.Each shimmering with sli
Follow My Lead
What have I to do with the upkeepOf this Thy world of strange design,Am but a guest of this transito
Debts We Owe
Such paltry tokens we strenuously earnBy our ignorant labour in mortal hoursTo purchase passage thro
We Shall Banter
Choose then the trysting ground of truce,A suspension of hostilities for common good.Bring not godly
Thou Art Not Won
What use grappling when Thou art not wonBy fine long argument or need most urgentOf splendid gain, a
Ladder of Devotion
First the hearsay of that to be known,Of that fairytale glory, of awe and wonder.Next the tongue to
Whatever Thou Art
Does a new sun of mosaic light shine on meThrough a clan of clouds marching over azure,A sturdy aeri
Appearances
Above the furore and the din,Above the savage and the benign.
Were It True
Were it true, the shining ambitions O life,Those little milestone lapels on breast pinned,Those faux
What Art Thou
A cup of Thy light quenches my thirst,In perspiration of every strenuous stepFrom every pore Thou ag