Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Guide -Part I
In the beginning I did wonder,At idea of Thee and thy splendour.The idea Thou art God and infinity,W
Plea
A vast gymnasium is this Thy world,For steeling souls with a rigour cold.Pitiless the regimen by day
Reverser
A forward course of routine I pursued,Few mounds of success, some fortunes paused.O I did all that I
Dawn-Bringer
Little here I learnt save a strange spell,By a little intent rouse the chemistry of hell.Such feeble
Habit
How dost thou escape every method,Know through ages by the written word?Word, index of thoughts well
New
A quiet mist was upon the world,Of all life near no heart uttered a whisper,An expectant silence cla
Human Span
All words have stilled to a silence,Only heard the tread of a lone breeze,A hush is upon these days,
Dream Ocean
Below the even waters of waking self,A dream continent hides in plain sight,Behind shut eyelids and
Bird
O Bird, feathered-beauty, flying-spirit,Such melody in thy voice, hope so bright,Busy with twig and
The Muse and I
‘‘Twas but a few moons ago we dallied,Sweet muse, fickle goddess,By tree shade sheltered from jealou
Silence
I wake under Thy pristine sky of mind,Wide, expansive, serene;Not a blot, a single obscuring cloud,O
Krishna
A cool night of fresh dewed grass,A new-faced moon hung on a shy sky,Air like sweet breath of a belo
Earth and Sky
A sky-topped chamber upheld by mighty columnsBy sky-bearing oaks, their heads stoopedIn reverence fo
The Poise of Savitri -3
The tale grew in the Seer’s brain,Immaculate, precise with inevitable feeling.A grandiose assembly o
The Poise of Savitri -2
The first sure words of human genius,Poured from mind as a torrent impervious,The pattern followed o
The Poise of Savitri
In the folds of Kali a great miracleBetween covers of a book a spectacle.Vyasa’s kernel lifted to em
Pilgrimage
How varied my many pilgrimages,Undertaken through the growing ages.
Music
Lone I sat lost in self-rapt muse,Lifted by wings of a lesser trance,Into wordless worlds of magic s
Thy Pen
O Thou art not bound, thou art measureless,The geography of space is but thy little stage,To erect t
I, Vivekananda
On a bare peak of snow-white heaven,Sat a dire divinity, swift and terrible,Saw the soul of a prone
New Dawn
Not by this evident daily Sun,Does my outward routine turn.Nor by moon the tides of Night,Crashing m