-27_A Child's Imagination.htm A Child’s Imagination O thou golden image, Miniature of bliss, Speaking sweetly, speaking meetly! Every word deserves a kiss. Strange, remote and splendid Childhood’s fancy pure Thrills to thoughts we cannot fathom, Quick felicities obscure. When the eyes grow solemn Laughter fades away, Nature of her mighty childhood Recollects the Titan play; Woodlands touched by sunlight Where the elves abode, Giant meetings, Titan greetings, Fancies of a youthful God. These are coming on thee In thy secret thought; God remembers in thy bosom All the wonders that He wrought.

-10_The Lover's Complaint.htm The Lover's Complaint O plaintive, murmuring reed, begin thy strain; Unloose that heavenly tongue, Interpreter divine of pain; Utter thy voice, the sister of my song. Thee in the silver waters growing, Arcadian pan, strange whispers blowing Into thy delicate stops, did teach A language lovelier than speech. O plaintive, murmuring reed, begin thy strain; O plaintive, murmuring reed. Nisa to Mopsus is decreed, The moonwhite Nisa to a swarthy swain. What love-gift now shall Hope not bring? Election dwells no more with beauty's king. The wild weed now has wed the rose, Now ivy on the bramble grows; Too happy lover, fill the la

FRAGMENTS In the silence of midnight In the silence of midnight, in the light of dawn or noontide I have heard the flutings of the Infinite, I have seen the sun-wings of the seraphs. On the boundless solitude of the mountains, on the shoreless roll of ocean Something is felt of God's vastness, floating touches of the Absolute; Momentary and immeasurable smiled the sense nature free from its limits,- A brief glimpse, a hint, it passes but the soul grows deeper, wider: God has set his mark upon the creature. In the flash or flutter of flight of bird and insect, in the passion of winged cry on the treet

The Mahatmas KUTHUMI (This poem is purely a play of the imaginative, a poetic reconstruction of the central idea only of Mahatmahood.) The seven mountains and the seven seas Surround me. Over me the eightfold Sun Blazing with various colours – green and blue, Scarlet and rose, violet and gold and white, And the dark disk that rides in the mortal cave – Looks down on me in flame. Below spread wide The worlds of the immortals, tier on tier Like a great mountain climbing to the skies, And on their summit Shiva dwells. Of old My doings were familiar with the earth, The mortals over whom I hold control Were then my fe

Chitrangada In Manipur upon her orient hills Chitrangada beheld intending dawn Gaze coldly in. She understood the call. The silence and in perfect pallor passed Into her heart and in herself she grew Prescient of grey realities. Rising, She gazed afraid into the opening world. Then Urjoon, felt his mighty clasp a void Empty of her he loved and, through the grey Unwilling darkness that disclosed her face, Sought out Chitrangada. "Why dost thou stand In the grey light, like one from joy cast down? O thou whose bliss is sure. Leave that grey space, Come hither." So she came and leaning down, With that strange sorrow in her eyes, replied: “Great, dou

VI POEMS IN NEW METRES Ocean Oneness* Silence is round me, wideness ineffable; White birds on the ocean diving and wandering; A soundless sea on a voiceless heaven, Azure on azure, is mutely gazing. Identified with silence and boundlessness My spirit widens clasping the universe Till all that seemed becomes the Real, One in a mighty and single vastness. Someone broods there nameless and bodiless, Conscious and lonely; deathless and infinite, And, sole in a still eternal rapture, Gathers all things to his heart for ever. * Alcaics. Modulations are allowed, trochee or iamb in the first foot or a long monosyllable; an occasional anapae

The Rakshasas (The Rakshasa the violent kinetic Ego, establishes his claim to mastery of the world replacing the animal Soul, – to be followed by controlled and intellectualised but unregenerated Ego, the Asura. Each such type and level of consciousness sees the Divine in its own image and its level in Nature is sustained by a differing form of the World-Mother.) “Glory and greatness and the joy of life, Strength, pride, victorious force, whatever man Desires, whatever the wild beast enjoys, Bodies of women and the lives of men – I claim to be my kingdom. I have force My title to substantiate, I seek, No crown unearned, no lo

Despair on the Staircase Mute stands she, lonely on the topmost stair, An image of magnificent despair; The grandeur of a sorrowful surmise Wakes in the largeness of her glorious eyes. In her beauty’s dumb significant pose I find, The tragedy of her mysterious mind. Yet is she stately, grandiose, full of grace. A musing mask is her immobile face. Her tail is up like an unconquered flag, Its dignity knows not the right to wag. An animal creature wonderfully human, A charm and miracle of fur-footed Brahman, Whether she is spirit, woman or a cat, Is now the problem I am wondering at. Surreali

Hell and Heaven In the silence of the night-time,             In the grey and formless eve When the thought is plagued with loveless             Memories that it cannot leave, When the dawn makes sudden beauty             Of a peevish clouded sky, And the rain is sobbing slowly             And the wind makes weird reply, Always comes her face before me             And her voice is in my ear, Beautiful and sad and cruel             With the azure eyes austere. Cloudy figure once so luminous             With the light and life within When the soul came rippling outwards             And the red

The Rishi (King Manu in the former ages of the world, when the Arctic continent still  subsisted, seeks knowledge from the Rishi of the Pole who after long baffling him with conflicting side-lights of the knowledge, reveals to him what it chiefly concerns man to know.) MANU Rishi who trance-held on the mountains old Art slumbering, void Of sense or motion, for in the spirit's hold Of unalloyed Immortal bliss thou dreamst protected! Deep Let my voice glide Into thy dumb retreat and break that sleep Abysmal. Hear! The frozen snows that heap thy giant bed Ice-cold and clear, The chill and desert heavens above thee spread Vast, austere, Are not so sharp