Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Beyond Me
Who drained gaiety from the air that I breatheSapping all that is dear and fondly cherished,Who lit
Teach Me
Wilt Thou teach me to be not impulsive,The trait that earns me much infamy,To curb the gambler’s whi
Toddler
Oh to what end wilt Thou tax my brainDull as I am to climb the lofty heightsOf Thy philosophy and mo
Thy Neglect
An errant mortal me and an adamant immortal TheeAre my life canvas’ immutable boundary!Of all the sc
These Stumbles
Ah my puzzler divine, confounder supreme,How many mazes dost Thou fondly makePouring all Thy ingenui
Thy Passion
Oh here is but crude prose of labouring limbs,In pouring perspiration on life’s rushing pageOur stor
Thy Habit
Ah, furnace, my dearly lodge for these days,Who heaps in here the moments as fuel,Who breathes in he
Merciful
Why art Thou so austere like a desert’s sky?A drought is on my being, Thy mercy lacking,Clogged are
Thy Generosity
What maze is this that baffles me thus,The hourly perplexity, the relief momentary,Such grey care in
Thy Lila
Each life is as a season of the soul,The warmth and cold, the heat and rain,Making birth to death a
Thy Touch
Wilt Thou recognise me, this visage all marredBy wrinkling cares and sleep scarring dreams?My light
Ailment New
A little less brighter shines the sun on azureShorn of the halo-crown of rayed-brilliance,A little m
Thou Art He
How lax is Thy enforcement O Keeper of the Law,Thy fugitive in time seeks to Thee surrenderAnd Thou
Hard Won
How dost Thou feel the passage of our centuries,Our crowded canvas brushed with harried breathDrawin
Enliven
Oh deem me not superficially presumptuousFor I but exercise a common fool’s privilegeTo hector Thee
Is It Thus
A blob of goo fell from companion tree,I thought he but sheds leaves or fruit,Can he by other than e
Bonfire
Wither these times that trudge and pass,The gruelling climb where every stepLeads to one even more t
A Pause
I hear Thy steps above board,Thy voice keeping rhythm’s measure,Too caught in the event’s roundIs wh
Through All
Fiercely kind and brutally benign,Confounding mind by benevolent design,To all Thy suffocating grace
Chide Not
How charming are the hours that arrive,Each a specimen that overtly highlightsAll that the human spe
Only Recover
Oh snuff not the voices of Thy errant sons,Thy brood reckless who never knew caution,They who walk b