Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
A Butterfly and I
Once I met a butterflyHovering by a shade at noon,It alighted on a flower so shyAnd slowly sighed it
To Them
A mother’s love is at birth of her sonYet a father’s eye is by deeds won,Maternal care extends throu
Summary
The ego’s vast estates have dwindledTo a meagre plot of the body’s circle,All terrains the mind enci
Now And Hereafter
How many fires my mind has lit,Vacillations endured by will and grit?How many have flamed and passed
Sworn
The clamorous din of the world dies,Its old roar now worn to a whisperThat breathless ends in mute s
Thy Name
How I lurk through the hoursIn street and hall and corridor,Like a thief subtle of momentsWhen I mus
Constant Still
An evil eye hath set its gaze upon our dalliance,Like an old crone hunchbacked by timeAnd burnt up h
Our Parleys
For Thee I have erred a million lives,And a million more Thou hath me saved,And yet to Thy nod my so
Origin of Song
Not to lips that sing belongThe rising notes of lofty songBut to the high muse withinWhere inspirati
The Merchant
A merchant I once did come aboutOn fruitless tracks of the world’s circuit.Tired of men and their wa
Mirror Thy Dreams
My silence hath a million tongues,Upon each a limpid fire doth burn,Every flame-limb for Thee dances
Empty Page
Is this all the worth of rank villainyI harboured for long years fosteringAll the thoughts and deeds
Enchantment
Mysterious said the tomes, unapproachable to mind,Yet to me Thou art plain, though of hard approach,
Trail’s End
In Thy pursuit I have spent my valourSifting cues from an inarticulate night,Fruitless years of this
Thou Said
Of all the themes in Thy dramatic empireThou hath cast me in a cruel satire,The opening act of each
Thy Boons
Of all the missions to me assignedThis Thou choosest the most unsublime,To dullest moments to be thu
Better Graces
Oh am but a puddle left by a passing stormOf nature and fate and Thy unfathomable purpose,I wither a
Justice
What have I to do with Thy angelsOf haughty demeanour and preened wings,Bringing to Thy missions col
Unknowable
Unknowable they said Thou art,Yet Thy method’s approach I have traced.Thou art but resolutely petula
Estranged
Like a potter I stay at turning wheel of dayAnd at night I mould keen my living clay,I forge my thou