Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Hasty Oath
All my flares have reduced to a single pious flameBurning alone on a ignoble globe whizzing somberUp
Belated Wisdom
Censure me not O thought for I did in earnestStand guard upon the watchtowers of being,I manned the
Chronicler
In wide-eyed adolescence I often looked upIn wonder at science’s surface magnificence,All its schema
Is It Thus?
Is it thus, at the transition of an age,The withdrawal of norm and decorum?A surfeit of dismantling
The Seer’s Story
What business occupies the Seer I have wondered,Perched precariously upon white snows of silence,Wha
Synopsis
Am but a form sprouted on the human tree,An outgrowth on earthly soil of deep roots,Labouring long t
Unravel
My nights set into greater nights unending,Not even a rumour of dawn’s hope lives now.My being’s roo
Augurs
Pray tell Divine Sire, where in this wobbling spireLurks precariously Thy winning wisdom too shy,Upo
Oath
The forest of self is all swept away,Trounced by an orange flaming will-forceGutted and blackened to
Twilight
Ere long since the dusks have all set,The dull tread of twilight ambling byUnder the solemn black ni
Crossroad
What or where is this I have woken,At crossroads of a lattice of worlds,A humongous traffic of force
Arrival
All roads of thought to Thee have turned,The alleyways of musing mutter Thy name,The brooks of feeli
Kurukshetra
For two score years and more this warStaged within bounds of a human frameEffacing all but the trace
Once I Could
Once I could stir the cauldron of my breastWith a fatal concoction of vehement willAnd a fistful of
Hush
Grudge me not O sun for I eschew thy rays,Thy paltry dawns alighting the brows of men.Grudge me not
Émigré
I am an émigré from a sun afar,Here upon a green globe my habitat,Attired in earth-formed robe for a
Births
Oh the births I have taken obeying Thy dictums;I have been trapped in icy dew drops,Flung from far a
Infant
How inelegant is this new birth of meLike an infant drawn by mid-wife hands,Wailing and bawling amid
Gratitude
A surreal silence rises in inner terrains,Only remain echoes of a dying clamour,Strange result from
Three Obeisances
Obeisance O veil, obeisance to thy covering zeal,By thy acute obstructions amplifying the lures,Mask