Featured Poetry Pariksith Singh 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

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...

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...

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

All That is Given

Poetry by Frank Golden

Hard wind on the turn at Cappaghmore. You drive on, on the cusp of light, along the old road past Mortyclough. To think it’s taken me a lifetime to cool...

Cardiograph

Poetry by Simran

Each heart beat, Is unique in its moment A splash of colour Some call it art I call it life

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...