Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
What Art Thou
What art Thou O Sire,Thoughtful sage, musing mystic, inspired seer?
Diti and Aditi
Obeisance O Night, O Dark Womb of light,Obscure and mysterious are thy pinings,By thy sleep are the
Dumb Seed
My days trace the orbits of other suns,Nights prepare new births to commence.Helpless the heap of co
Whoever Thou Art
A strange continent has overlaid unseenUpon the erstwhile pittance of my being.My tides have all gro
Master’s Sight
This my being becomes as a new acquaintanceBy a swift fading ‘I’ and its vanishing deliberations.A g
Little Soul
Surely there is no measly flame at playIn this wide world made of soil and clay.A strange amalgam of
Senses at War
Such a quandary Thou hath caused O SpiritMine each sense forget their appointed part.A silent bedlam
O Soul of Mine
What hast thou done O soul of mine,To this venture why didst thou incline?Always impudent wert thou,
A Message
Rejoice O soul for the augurs are auspiciousFragrant the incenses, resonant the cymbals.From the nic
The Journey
I wondered often whence this mighty changeAcross heights and depths and its sweeping range.For I kne
Workshop
My mind is as an empty townAll the busy bustles mostly gone.Only a stray reason and some memoryHawk
Story Teller
I once ventured in the amber groves of memoryReviewing the embattled journey of my story.Such rich f
Deal Maker
Such strange commerce seems all of this,Daily treasures enduring for my purchase.The known laws of c
Hearken O Worlds
Hearken O Worlds, He is born,The Mystic-Fire and his early rays of Dawn.The Priest is here O Sacrifi
That Truly Lives
Am grown to a resemblance of many faces,Visages of yore whispering through the ages,Mighty thoughts,
O Reverent-Flame
A bonfire blaze burns away my dross,Howling and writhing arise the instincts gross.All the greys and
Three Perfections
A perfect poise to him chiefly in the bodyIs in groan of muscle and stretching nerve sinewy.In propo
Word and Vāk
I once stumbled on a brood of wordsAlive and musing unlike the common herdsThat lurk upon pages of a
Achilles
The fleet of our ships sailing the Aegean blue,The strength of our arms and stroke of the oarsIn eac
The Warrior and The Poet
On the distant banks of serene swelling GangesOccurred a chance encounter of two strangers.One swart
Transformation
In me are the climes of a twilight season;My erstwhile sky of cloud-ideals scatter away,A pristine b