Slowly we drift into shadows
Slowly we drift into shadows

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 pure abyss of night

With closed eyes
Shorn of thought
Each object is seen
In entirety

A little lamp still
Burns unseen
Within the quiet
Center of things

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

Faiz Ahmed Faiz: The Neo-Classicist

Prose by Pariksith Singh

Last night, your lost memories came to me As spring steals into the wilderness As the morning breeze skims the desert gently As a patient finds solace without cause These...
read more

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,...
read more

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...
read more

Anthology

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...
read more

आकाश नीचे उतर आया

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

आज एक आकाश नीचे उतर आया करने आच्छादित मुझे, मेरे उपरान्त भी ,   अस्तित्व हुआ तरल झीनी चादर सा, चित्त हुआ सरल , जो था कातर सा,   तन...
read more

Do Not Ask

Poetry by Gaurav Mathur

Victim or victor I am not Friend or lover I am not Poet or philosopher I am not Seeker or seer I am not Thought or thinker I am not...
read more

Previous Next
Close
Test Caption
Test Description goes like this