Selections from Radha’s Geet
Selections from Radha’s Geet

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...
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Casually

Poetry by Pariksith Singh

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...
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A Crack in Time

Prose by Pariksith Singh

Call me Roxie. I am the rock that can see. It seems I am unlike other rocks. I am the only one who can speak. But it almost appears to...
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Anthology

Who was I?

Poetry by Bettina

Who was I before I forgot your face? Who was I before I forgot your name? Who was I before? My mother’s face, my father’s face, my brother’s face. Mother...
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How to Leave a Note

Poetry by Sanaya

What matters is how you leave a note A musical note, pressed down by your fingers, hammer to string to sound, will echo what’s in your head while you play...
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This Time

Poetry by Frank Golden

My father would come this time of year the hawthorn needled into flower the sycamore and elder in full leaf to relish a call that ravelled him back in time....
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