Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master
December 13, 2021
How many selves do in a body hide,Dire and dumb and naively noble,How many kneadings to surely mould
A Sonnet
June 19, 2020
The dungeon gates open and spill out,A slime of forces macabre and disfigured.A coat of science they
October 12, 2018
What stupendous craft of hidden handsHas woven this splendour across lands!The minute ant and the sk
October 25, 2017
This recurring game of hide and seekDoes Thee no grace O Immortal Face.Wily ruses to take Thee we ma
October 20, 2017
As in a dream rise a hundred formsMind quivers to these hidden storms.I stand apart from their plain
