Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Squirrel Anthem
By the shore of three roaring oceansAre our squirrels of quirky motions.Heard that day the silent fo
Spirit Fever
My being burns and aches all overInfected by a strange spirit fever.What cure shall I seek to healTh
Ingot
To and fro, back and forthA steady rhythm does take birth.A season of night, a season of dayAm lit u
Secret Supreme
A horrid stream leapt from darkness’ abodeA grim reminder of prevailing hopelessness;It was a revolt
Emissary
I am not my surface self of rough colourThis mind made thing of grim pallor.Another within is right
Krishna in the Physical
The night is grim and the assaults realGrim hosts march on my corporeal.Am bereft of method, all mem
Butterfly
A Sonnet, O thou flying flower or painted leafA restless flitting honey thief!For what purpose did H
God’s Breath
It was seeded in a cosmic drowseThe root and tree of Night’s house.To wither and perish never to blo
Saraswathi
Vritra1] invades minds, poisoning our rootsAll thought grinds, yields bitter fruits.Our wills are fe
Sap
I find no sap or savour in these actsThat move in rhythm to Time’s pacts.These become and pass with
Conquer This Too
What seest Thou in this meagre patchOf all Infinity onto this Thou should latch!Merit I have none, a
Swoon
By waking hours this scripted playAnd numbing routine of a mortal day.By hours of dream and resting
Inhabitant
O Inhabitant, why tarry us with these masks?Taunting our selves with these precarious tasks?Thy magi
Hide and Seek
This recurring game of hide and seekDoes Thee no grace O Immortal Face.Wily ruses to take Thee we ma
Dawn to Us
Note - A metrical experiment, of 5 & 3 words in two lines.
Four Fires
Four were the fires that burned in meSince birth, by culture in varying intensity.Knowledge dim and
All Men are Echoes
All men are echoes, the wave most recentOf deeds long past, their authors beyond repent.As in a cruc
Story-Maker
As in a dream rise a hundred formsMind quivers to these hidden storms.I stand apart from their plain
Mule of God
A share of this burden I do bearLike a mule, I don’t question or care.My path runs through garden an
Guru-Bhai
Dear Satprem, apple of our Mother’s eyeFrom where issued thou, which luminous sky?By thy burning hea
Veil
These eyes a window to play of lifeDrinks by sight jostle and the strife.The coarse skinned and tend