Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Summons
I lay one lazy noon in arms of a drowse,My senses retreated to their subliminal house.My mind withdr
Archer
How does it work, this will of Thine,Unerring, absolute, without mar, adamantine?Does knowledge pres
Mahabali
The dwarf replied, “I greet thee King, who hastWith mighty exertions this station on thyself brought
Mahabali
Long ago in an age that history forgot,One, a king, means of perfect knowledge sought,Not content wi
Canopy
A dome of amorous vines woven into green roofShielding its air against a harsh summer sun,A little a
Egypt
In the augurs of a light-touched daily cellI move as if caught in waves of higher spell.A force impe
You
What is despair, where is the final loss,Our lives like canoes shudder at sea’s toss.
O Magician
In sight is cusp of a bright new age,Fading the long wailings of past’s rage.The dimming echoes of o
Perseverance
I have spent the coin of feeling and thoughtThe purse of my being is now swiftly emptied.What little
Apt
Of what use almanac recording every patternFor this dawn is unlike any known sun.A single day brings
Vassal of God
In absence of desire were perfected the worksI conjured over the course of patient years.Acute labou
A Flower of the Superconscient.
An evolving equation of Nature’s frontA window to the Vast within and without,Body a home to the mig
Ganesha
O Barrier-Breaker, accept our obeisance to Thee.The hundred-rampart fortress must be taken,The deep
Summons
All sophistries vanish now as morning mistScattering its fever by fingers of morn.Events like fickle
Miracle
Now I am become a symbol formOf some early earth’s forgotten norm.The muted instinct lies hesitantAn
Errand Boy
Do you remember Sire the momentWhence from Thee I did depart?Was I wistful, who tore me awayFrom Thy
Thine
A fervour takes an eager birthIn me given to drowse and sloth,The first instant of waking is ThineAn
Curiosity
A tiny quest of curiosity I housedOnce long ago in youth confused.The magic fire grew out of my sigh
The Seer
The ground he prepared for a nation to rouse,To open eyes of those who to spirit yet were close,A la
The Seer
The millennial night of the Aryan landsTurning her riches like the desert sands.Her temple spires we
Captivator
O Voice that speaketh in pregnant silences,By even harmonies of revealed meanings,Ferried in a hurry