Sky-Bird
Sky-Bird

To fly
Is to be
The infinite space

To rise
Into openness
The vast opens as I

My love of transparence
Fills me now
To flesh and marrow

The journey upon my breast
Enters each cell
As the journey within

Each horizon
My new home

Where stillness is flight
And skin porous as space
The seeking of flesh
To be light

A bird of thought
Behind each background
Secretly preening

The gyre of each dream
Ascending higher
To the Great Bird

Can each bird
Winging through my pen
Escape the tyranny of word?

The expanse of flight
Caught within
A secret winging

And space too
Is turned into
The thought of a bird

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

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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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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The Musical Structure of Four Quartets

Prose by Pariksith Singh

The Four Quartets is a masterpiece. It is Eliot at his maturest, though perhaps not necessarily best with each line. The great achievement of this poem, if one may call...
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Anthology

Lakishma 2

Poetry by Bettina

I have grown old and tired. My hair turned white over years of longing and reaching for Lakishma. I have looked for Lakishma around every corner and beneath every stone....
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Four Hands

Poetry by Sanaya

Four hands divided by two Sprawl across bass and treble and the space between. Four hands means Twenty fingers moving in tandem and all for One song. Play passing the...
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Perhaps

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Perhaps we need to shatter and scatter so that we may trace our way back inward slowly – breath by breath – into the wholeness of existence And as we...
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