Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Liege
On the marge of a brilliant mornArrive first rays of a destined dawn.The heart is aflutter in eager
An Anthology of Response to Gita-The Despair
On Kurukshetra’s field of formidable heroes,Grouped in camp of old and our tomorrows,Between on a ch
Krishnā
At the zenith of a harsh summer morn,Of all zest and will was I shorn,Trapped in being and gates of
Chandas
Chandas, scaled rhythms of eternity,Of dancing feet and sweeping scansion,Binding sound to a melodic
Slowly, Slowly
Slowly, slowly comest Thou spirit of Delight,In Thy web of wonder ensnared me aliveAm yet by joy ala
Incarnate
Of my forms there has been and is no end,How wilt thou of human mind comprehend?
Victor
In the subconscient theatre of the macabre,I ventured through the portals of sleep,Found their play
Emperor
How smoothly dost Thou my surrender wrangle,Deftly extricating my being from all tangle.Surreptitiou
Affirmation
Away, away now Defiler for the hour is nearOf a better dawn and the divine empire,For the race that
Vision
Across a wide pure expanse of space,Stretching through heart a large terrainOf clarified spirit glis
O King
What magic in me hast Thou wroughtThy slow miracle’s bright change brought?I grow mellow like a full
O Poet
O Poet, Scripter of Worlds,What mystery lurks in thy infinite folds,What craft stupendous pens thy a
Herald Golden
A wide rapid dawn of a young Sun,Earth sheds her gloomy garment of night,A blush red-rose spreads on
Pilgrim
A marvellous steep incline sky grazing,Lone spire outstepping giant mountains,Like a single bull ami
Rudra
Rudra, storm bringer, lightning rider,Sky crasher, rending worlds asunder,A mounting rumble from out
Prelude
I exceed now the human chemistry,Even eschew algorithm of thought.My feelings are not from cavern of
Paramour
A ragtag army of syllables was I,Incoherent and mumbling they did dwell,Always with rumour and mutin
Thine
My meagre immensities fade away now,The familiar visage and its vast retinueGrow faint to barely rev
Summons
First the summons in field of mind,A labour long of the thinking kind.An infusion of ideas wide and
Krishna
A vast serenading air caressed the heart,A lute was in the breeze with dancing notes,Sweet bugles pr
Guide -2
But I paused and wondered whySuch stratagem Thou must ply?Oh, I found then the webbed maze,That cour