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A quiet mist was upon the world,Of all life near no heart uttered a whisper,An expectant silence cla
Human Span
All words have stilled to a silence,Only heard the tread of a lone breeze,A hush is upon these days,
Dream Ocean
Below the even waters of waking self,A dream continent hides in plain sight,Behind shut eyelids and
Bird
O Bird, feathered-beauty, flying-spirit,Such melody in thy voice, hope so bright,Busy with twig and
The Muse and I
‘‘Twas but a few moons ago we dallied,Sweet muse, fickle goddess,By tree shade sheltered from jealou
Silence
I wake under Thy pristine sky of mind,Wide, expansive, serene;Not a blot, a single obscuring cloud,O
Krishna
A cool night of fresh dewed grass,A new-faced moon hung on a shy sky,Air like sweet breath of a belo
Earth and Sky
A sky-topped chamber upheld by mighty columnsBy sky-bearing oaks, their heads stoopedIn reverence fo
The Poise of Savitri -3
The tale grew in the Seer’s brain,Immaculate, precise with inevitable feeling.A grandiose assembly o
The Poise of Savitri -2
The first sure words of human genius,Poured from mind as a torrent impervious,The pattern followed o
The Poise of Savitri
In the folds of Kali a great miracleBetween covers of a book a spectacle.Vyasa’s kernel lifted to em
Pilgrimage
How varied my many pilgrimages,Undertaken through the growing ages.
Music
Lone I sat lost in self-rapt muse,Lifted by wings of a lesser trance,Into wordless worlds of magic s
Thy Pen
O Thou art not bound, thou art measureless,The geography of space is but thy little stage,To erect t
I, Vivekananda
On a bare peak of snow-white heaven,Sat a dire divinity, swift and terrible,Saw the soul of a prone
New Dawn
Not by this evident daily Sun,Does my outward routine turn.Nor by moon the tides of Night,Crashing m
Delegate
A great hush has descended,In me all warrings silenced.The ideal’s flags are down,So the mind’s thou
Stranger
No drab day this commencing with Thee,A swirl of thoughts patterning Thy mystery.Thy recurring motif
My Tutor
Near five score years it took me,To unlearn syllabus of humanity.The long patient labour to abandon,
Beloved
Dawns like this, besieged by Thee,Mind in a swirl and heart afire,My un-armoured night, breached ste