Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
I Am Not
I am not inconstancy, the anaemic attention unsteady,I am not vacillation, the drifting somnolent wi
I Am
I am resolve, unflinching poise of determination,I am resilience, bounding up from every negation,I
Transition
Oh what a mighty orbit wields the ‘I’,A little delusion bending earth and sky!What immense perturbat
Spirit Roads
I have shed the busy littleness of man,Stand absolved from insistences human.My being’s chambers are
Sculptor, Sculptor
A chisel is upon me chipping chipping, tiny tiny strokes on my periphery,It gauged my mettle for any
A Soliloquy
Is there a thing am not bound to in kinship?To all things high or vile I feel a friendship.In the co
Insufficient
Of common acts I find no more the rootOf need or desire or even ambition’s fruit.All aims float like
Mores of Men
I break into new territory on familiar grounds,And make new discovery in my daily rounds.I wake befo
Body
Not mine the surge and wash of energiesOr the restless quiver that blindly excites.Not mine the glut
Satyakāma
At those words a rush of worlds jostled inWith their misshapen years and old dead pain,When dark fat
Satyakāma
Briefly looked she at that cherished faceShaped of her flesh and blood and fondness.She then observe
Satyakāma
Back in the years in the days of yoreIn land of Bhāratha of mystic loreWas a lad brightened by eleve
Age of Doubt
Ended the age of doubt, diminishing its dubious clout,Upon every shining thought its shadow confusio
Trooper
VoicesO trooper, trooper where goest thouIn night of alarm that horrors show.Linger by our abode shi
Gratitude
A gratitude to Thee they said I owe, by gesture or attitude to show.With what price of coin must I w
O Master
The long lonely roads of many lives I have trod,Innumerable bodies worn by works and cast aside,The
New Birth
A march of seasons crosses the soul’s terrain,A procession of climes not governed by the sun.Desert
Fortune
What is this I see in muse’s mirrorA gaunt visage fronting a quaint figure?A pittance for breath and
Obeisance
Each day I live the wide span of a human life,A new turn in the cycles of clash and strife.Each step
Opening
A progression I intuit in all Thy methodsA methodical completeness in Thy melodies.To the infant a g
O Krishna
Through the long winding ages I dwelt keen on the pages,Uttering words of the sages and their living