Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Lasso
Ah Beloved, without mirth and passionately crude,Arriving with hundred unkempt strains of ardour,Lik
Halt Now
Halt now Beloved, be relieved from harsh pursuit,Chase no more through the hundred roadsMy labouring
Have I Ever
Have I ever brought Thee faded ardour,Fires with meagre shrivelled limbsWasted by passing storms and
Now & Hereafter
Be besides us in cumbrous dreamWhere careless hands maul our cares,Screening events that make it see
Unequal Passions
A precipitous fall into the fields of beingThrough jagged channels of mortal birth,To emerge helples
Last Temple
By weary limbs to the temple I trudge,A monument lone in the silent twilightVeering at the cliff of
Too Human
Oh am not lettered in courtesies of the soul,Nor clothed in fineries of becomings true,Am barely a m
Teach Us
What trait of mind is it that gathersAround a sandgrain sign a calamity,Like an oyster of thought as
Shirk Not Us
Oh am baffled by the manner of Thy merciesArriving garbed like to some crude ceremony,Ever in unfail
Our Union
Be not alarmed on Thy nightly roundsHearing wails from afar creep to ear,Wounded sounds that approac
Hush Now
Hush now then O hungry beak,Here is heartflesh for thy hungerRich with the wine-red fervourStewed fi
Thy Design
Art Thou swayed by the oracle’s musicIn ill-lit caves and the incense of entrails,Or dost Thou incli
Run, Run
Run, run till it’s done,Lease of hours at dawn begun,Throbbing cares that breath entailsBy tangled w
All The Summoners
I am Thy summoner at the birth of dawn,Sparking birdsong upon verdant trees,Lighting incense upon ri
The Privilege
A crucible of stories is this globe,Brewed with lives simmered by a sun,Churned by hands of eve and
I Am Free
I am free, I am free,Absolved of intent and ambition,They egg me no longer into action,I merely am,
Prototypes
Come now then and partake Thy shareOf the snarling ill and seething woe,Beside me and in me take for
Thy Ambit
Does it behoove Thee O KingTo amass troops of drowse and inabilityUpon borders and ramparts of being
Maker & Denier
A moment’s spell is all it tookFor the soul-rite accomplished in heart,By formulae higher than any s
Three Spears
The first assault was with the spear of desireLeaping from fond faces and cherished bodies,From ever
Being & Becoming
A tardy birth in the pale of dawnAnd a weary end in folds of sleep,Two extents twixt all that is und