Featured Poetry Pariksith Singh 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

Slowly we drift into shadows

Poetry by Pariksith Singh

Slowly we drift into shadows As twilight grows dun Selves of gray Disappear in the dark Our bodies buried Under their own Subliminal weight Slide into the murk In the...

Such total giving

Poetry by Pariksith Singh

Such total giving Back to you, the world Down to the marrow, the bones Such complete shedding of me Purge of will Adoration so deep it becomes surrender Submission such...

Sri Aurobindo, the Challenge of a Poet

Prose by Pariksith Singh

Of all the poets over the last few centuries, Sri Aurobindo presents the most unique challenge to the reader. He is not difficult with contorted meanings like Celan or surrealist...

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Anthology

पंछियों की एक कतार

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

पंछियों की एक कतार, क्षितिज से उभरी, क्षितिज में खो गई बस एक पल में चित्त की सारी मलिनता धो गई

अब प्यार हुआ इलज़ाम

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

अब प्यार हुआ इलज़ाम यहाँ, है मक्कारों की पौ बारह, नफरत में जीना आसान है, अफ़सोस कहाँ हम आ पहूँचे ! क्या शोर हुआ, क्या ज़ोर हुआ,यूँ मर मर के...

The Window Seat

Poetry by Knute Skinner

I found Edna stretched out there, absorbing the sun. “You look just like a cat,” I announced and put down my armload of books. “Do you also purr?” “I purr...