Casually
Casually

Casually
Without importance
Into this world arrive

Without splitting
Or choosing

As if the breeze should steal
Into the garden without a flutter
Of leaves

Arrive unannounced and leave
Just as soon
Without a ruffle

As a wave should rise in a still pool
And melt in the quietude
Ever so lightly

Depart even
As you arrive

Pariksith Singh

Pariksith Singh is, first of all, a poet and a philosopher, though not of any academic mould. He has evolved, and is still evolving, his own philosophy of life and work which he has been articulating in terms of his very personalized poetry and equally personalized medical practice.

Whether healing a patient, running a business or writing a poem, Pariksith Singh is always looking for that “perfect expression of the spirit in matter” – and this is P. Singh’s unique and consistent signature in all his works.

P. Singh’s literature is the articulation of this “inner quest” for the spirit’s perfection in matter, and therefore an expression of the eternal struggle of form (matter) to attain the supreme fluidity of content (spirit) and content to attain the perfect expression in form.

Ouevre

The Paradigm of Quantum Physics

Prose by Pariksith Singh

One of the great achievements of modern science in the last century is Quantum Physics. While confusing to many, counter-intuitive and disruptive of the traditional Newtonian world-views, it has, nonetheless,...
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There was a Girl I Loved Once

Published Books by Pariksith Singh

Released on August 15, 2018 Available on Amazon   Excerpt Her smile was sky Her touch was earth And everywhere I turned With eyes of blood I saw her face...
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The Future of Indian Poetry

Prose by Pariksith Singh

Indian poetry in English is flat. There is no depth. This was my impression when I read some anthologies edited by Pritish Nandy few decades ago. This remains my impression...
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Anthology

On The Edge

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Holy intoxication makes my spirit drunk I sip from the lake that holds a sacred moonbeam inside its black waters This beauty leaves me in rapture of the starless night...
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Glass rose

Poetry by Simran

you used to use your thorns to protect the glass casing that you were in from breaking but soon your fragile shell was shattered and the shards of glass pierced...
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My longing has many faces

Poetry by Maura Horkan

The sad one who feels it can never be and cries big salty tears into the garden The other one who moves slowly around the many tasks to be done...
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