Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Human Norm
Who art Thou haunting being’s bordersWith an unnameable charm’s lure,Who art Thou speaking in silenc
Who Art Thou
Who art Thou circling the skies of timePatient-winged and acutely keen,Keeping always Thy will’s sub
Human Tale
How many cauldrons bubble in manOf hope and passion and rancour,How many fires these to sustain,Oh h
Word Unheard
I have fled away from the world’s care brieflyTo seek in handful covert moments reprieve,As one impr
Reluctant Hour
From the tail of a fading day I caught an hour,Bid it pause and its doubtful aid did solicit,“O thou
Cast Me Anew
Oh what am I to Thee glory-maned golden One,Am but a bumbling speck on an ignoble globeWandering aim
Thy Purpose
What method is Thine inching towards the ledgeTo peek from edge into the abyss’ deeps,What uncircumv
To Thee
How many scores of years to learn this factThat all the circuits that traced my treadAnd all the for
Farewell to Ego
It arrives then, the moment long foretold,When we must part O deformed ego,Provisional master and me
Jaded
Dost Thou hover high above eagle-eyedMirroring my perambulations thru time,Approaching not my form h
Uncommon Throne
Must I like a petty heart take offenceWhen in long years Thou remainest silent,Though my entreaties
All Thine
In the siege of events that pressA brief moment’s interlude intrudes,The heart remembers its vassalh
Arcane Time
Am I a priest of an arcane time forgottenDabbling with hymns in alien tongues,Rites I perform even t
A Duel
A duel of dialects is conducted in me,The dim subconscient hordes emergeFrom the hidden recesses of
Thy Bargains
How quaint are Thy bargains with me,An unequal commerce Thou dost conduct,Bartering my littleness pr
Addicted
My soul is spread like a sail, wide and white,To catch Thy breath’s imperial current,For I navigate
Many Penultimates
I have swelled from the turbulent depths,A ripple that in the nameless did beginGathering for streng
Sum & Unit
I am the lute abandoned, the lyre unplayed,My ode burdened heart lies long unsung,A troop of hymns w
Broken Mould
A solemn assembly gathered by being’s doorsAt the day’s summary of an empty dusk,Arrayed were the fo
Better Stories
Who art thou roaming the mind skiesInsubstantial like a vapoury outline?Only a hint of light thy sha
Journeyman
How dwindled is the empire of desire,The ego reduced to hollowed shadow,The erstwhile emperor does a