Poem — An Invocation to The Master
May 7, 2021
In my parched wastelands are their oases,My silent vacancies harbour hundred voices,My life’s deplet
Sonnet
February 17, 2021
A thousand fires clamour in me, each a flame torchOf will dipped in burning splendour of the spirit,
February 7, 2021
Many are the rites of observances I holdBy strict grammars of speech and gesture,All by the acute ey
Poetic Re-telling of a Purānic Symbol Event
October 4, 2017
This the game and the wager eternalBody and Soul as seat for an Elixir immortal.Arrayed the denizens
