Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Feeble Penances
Like baby priests the birdlings screechWith mouths agape their hungry prayer,A dissonant hymn hearts
Hungry Gods
Hard is the day when the altars go empty,No bright flame lights up Thy seated visage,Nor flowers and
Imperfect Gift
What vital breath this that animated movesYet cold and warmthless like winter breeze,Where gone the
Sons As Us
Does it glut Thee, the fervourless flamesLit by the hands of old received habit,Doest it singe, the
Ransom
I bore Thee the first-born thought of the dayFrom the mind that endured passage of night,So must the
I Enlist Thee
“Thinkest thou this earth a pleasure grove for wanderings,A lilly filled pool for lazy dreaming love
Who
Who is it that wanders by the armoured gatesMocking the shield-will of my defences,Strutting by the
Undying Births
My drifting tread hath gained new groundBeyond the shores of the five senses,Thought and vision and
Another Day, Another Tale
In the worn out hamlet by the seasons batteredBy the living routine their forbearance dulled,An into
O Sire, O Sun
An usurping will hath robbed me of all songsLeaving my heart mute with a lifeless tongue,I watched t
Grudge Me Not
Oh dull, dull are these times like the sodden earthWashed by the raining routine of a common sky,Cha
Dreams of Thee
What enormity hast Thou left behindIn this gigantic structure of new idealsDwarfing the strenuous pe
The Mud-Born
Decorums we have none our gestures to embellishBorn as we are on the fringe of an age of iron,Not co
A Soliloquy
Wither O rebellion, O vainglorious fool,To what end all the drama of thy scheming,The candles that p
Rue O Brothers
Rue O brothers, rue the original mar of our births,A chorus of cries attends our entrance and exitBe
Mutual Justice
Does it not sate the forever day by its excess illuminationDulling the rapture like a crest that hol
Much Too Generous
Oh much too generous are Thy graces,The gifts unending plied on my beingThrough a dolours procession
Spurn Not
Dost it suffice, the cold lifeless spires,The pale hymn by custom worn thin,The routine flames and p
Make Do Henceforth
Make do henceforth with broken melodiesStitched from wasted notes of my heart,For offering hencefort
Pearly Price
Thy dues I have shed O face, O dearly beloved,To thy honey-ruby lips that sates all thirst,The haven
Memory’s Ghost
From cavern tombs of memory something stirred,Where ere long resided the dead and the forgottenOf ma