Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Trail of Dusks
Wither this trail of dusks interminable,How many settings to herald Night?Each new twilight is more
Rescued
How many becomings have I parentedBy ego’s collusion with base desire?How many issues have I birthed
Be Thou Ever
How hast Thou ripened melancholy to a savour sweet,Catalysed my aching agony to an ardour great?What
A Plaint
When didst Thou wed me to vacillation O Sire,Moulded my will in image of a flickering fire?Ever it r
Thy Muse
I birthed an ode for every secret roadI had pilgrimaged seeking ever Thy abode,Crafted sonorous hymn
Wait Not
How many false facets like crosses borne,The many nails of errors riddling my body,How many falsehoo
Fire-Bird
A lonely tree is the body of me,Unperched by radiant thoughts that flyThrough the ether that none ca
Silence
Mute am I to utter a beseeching word,A single cry to span the distanceThat betwixt Thee and I doth s
Decreed
It’s settled then, the meagre estate of selfIs now submitted to Thine offices,Its assignation to joy
Wing Me Anew
I draw no savour from drifting hoursThat aimless flow like a shallow brook,For all sap is drained fr
Winning Word
Oh how mighty are Thy transfigurationsDextrously tending each limb of my fire,Reining my mind’s erra
Onward Paths
The many protocols of observance,Of ritual and gesture deep nuanced,For apt action the rules remembe
His Adventure
On a slender ridge of lonely timeI paused to ponder the onward road,For a nearby augur did bidTo par
As Thou Wilt
Now is season for strange phenomenon,A richly replete and crowded nightConfining to all norms ever s
Absolve Me
Oh fly not past meAs jewel-bright butterfly of beauty,Nor shoot Thy arrow of wordsThat upon my mind
My Lamps
Mine lamps are as fireflies of the night,A little eager glimmer dwindling to sightAt the first peeri
Still Thy Sons
Of all Thy makes costly and resplendent,Of all Thy produce rich and fecund,Why I Thy attempt at impo
Hope’s Doors
On a rickety rampart of a forgotten outpostMarking a wasteland frontier of Thy purposeWith shield fr
Thy Chamber
It doth plague me, this nagging doubt,If I by a future fortune must beChaperoned by Her besides Thy
A Quarrel
Not with thee O Earth is my quarrelNor even with the wry-handed fate,My debate is with my soul immor
Seven Raptures
For the throb of raptures seven,On earth even as in heaven,Is made thy tenement of bodyAnd happy clo