Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Sri Aurobindo’s Mahasamadhi Day 2
Seven-tetrads, a master scheme of a divine play,To inhabit with master light this poor sodden clay.I
Sri Aurobindo’s Mahasamadhi Day
A supernal scheme for His golden Earth,And occult aim of each sentient birth.The long aspired union
She Lives
Wither the rainbow bridge marrying earth and sky?Here were denizens of nether worlds of malignant ey
God’s Naught
I am God’s naught, my becomings a zero sum,I have shed desire and forded every norm.I am propped by
Body’s Prayer
I, matter’s frame and base of life and mind,For Consciousness to be tangible have descended.The earl
The Divine Alchemist
Sages and Rishis there have been, minds to the Sun attuned,They who ferried god-light to men burdene
Lone Seer
A lone Seer of many sights peered through timePierced through mists of ignorance and varied climeThe
The Divine Farmer
An arid wasteland and barren was my soil,It yielded nothing in spite of incessant toil.Petty lights
Who That?
Behold the dire carnage of a battle recurrent,A victory for the gods did the Brahman beget.The gods
Glimpse Me Him
August silence upon eternal heightsReposing above all on cosmic waters.Exceeding the farthest reach
All Shall Yield
Once by a humdrum moment of a working day,I mused that to my Master I must pray.Seated and composed,
Creatrix
One day a javelin-force pierced my skull,In a moment’s sting of light threw all lull.My physical bra
Her Feet
In a lane by the shore of a great sea,Lay the hermitage housing destiny of me.Through a door to cros
Chorus
A many-armed assailant and bitter foe,Foisted on me a relentless woe.Dire was the night and direr th
Aditi
Aditi, sole Goddess, heart of the Eternal.Beyond all flux, all sustaining marvel.Tinge our each brea
God’s Quarry
There are vast endless fields of hardened mire,A field of darkness and woe no god will enter.The ref
Despair
Sadhak - O Despair, familiar friend, with thy bag of woe.What brings thee here, what grim seed to so
Boyhood
A simple scheme was my boyhood,Driven everyday by a maternal hand.By daily routine of unconscious ch
God-Mood
A spell of night draped with gloom,All hope now forbid without room.A web of thought and a desired s
Equality
Am a traveller upon an inconscient ocean,By each slow reluctant surge am contained.No shore in sight
A God’s Yoga
Author’s Note - The history of man is replete with many thinkers, great lives and hearts, that have