Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
O Magician
In sight is cusp of a bright new age,Fading the long wailings of past’s rage.The dimming echoes of o
Perseverance
I have spent the coin of feeling and thoughtThe purse of my being is now swiftly emptied.What little
Apt
Of what use almanac recording every patternFor this dawn is unlike any known sun.A single day brings
Vassal of God
In absence of desire were perfected the worksI conjured over the course of patient years.Acute labou
A Flower of the Superconscient.
An evolving equation of Nature’s frontA window to the Vast within and without,Body a home to the mig
Ganesha
O Barrier-Breaker, accept our obeisance to Thee.The hundred-rampart fortress must be taken,The deep
Summons
All sophistries vanish now as morning mistScattering its fever by fingers of morn.Events like fickle
Miracle
Now I am become a symbol formOf some early earth’s forgotten norm.The muted instinct lies hesitantAn
Errand Boy
Do you remember Sire the momentWhence from Thee I did depart?Was I wistful, who tore me awayFrom Thy
Thine
A fervour takes an eager birthIn me given to drowse and sloth,The first instant of waking is ThineAn
Curiosity
A tiny quest of curiosity I housedOnce long ago in youth confused.The magic fire grew out of my sigh
The Seer
The ground he prepared for a nation to rouse,To open eyes of those who to spirit yet were close,A la
The Seer
The millennial night of the Aryan landsTurning her riches like the desert sands.Her temple spires we
Captivator
O Voice that speaketh in pregnant silences,By even harmonies of revealed meanings,Ferried in a hurry
Liege
On the marge of a brilliant mornArrive first rays of a destined dawn.The heart is aflutter in eager
An Anthology of Response to Gita-The Despair
On Kurukshetra’s field of formidable heroes,Grouped in camp of old and our tomorrows,Between on a ch
Krishnā
At the zenith of a harsh summer morn,Of all zest and will was I shorn,Trapped in being and gates of
Chandas
Chandas, scaled rhythms of eternity,Of dancing feet and sweeping scansion,Binding sound to a melodic
Slowly, Slowly
Slowly, slowly comest Thou spirit of Delight,In Thy web of wonder ensnared me aliveAm yet by joy ala
Incarnate
Of my forms there has been and is no end,How wilt thou of human mind comprehend?