Poems from Arkaprabha
He tends to thrive on the small delusions,On tiny play-days of the third dimension,Harking unto the fourth, where grass is greener,Lost...
Aye, amid the forest deep,
In anguish my soul roams forlorn,
Sighing amongst the weeping willows,
With dryads watching beneath the...
He plays, with, illusions; and thoughts, in his brain,
Along the brain, did illusions, all play,
His mind, resonating, the illusions...
Amid, the forest, and growth, of Nature,
He walks, the walk of the sun, till dusk;
And thoughts, manifest like leaves, of the tree,
Of...
All, the time, in vicinity, of the manifold,
The infinitesimal, awaits, the gates, of consciousness,
Of peace, amid, the wrestling,...