The Oeuvre

  • Sonnet 3

    Far from the frenzied town are we here came-A shrine with love in its each artery,Me sat beside the most beautiful dame,Feeling a man that’s won the lottery;It’s true I am a man on a mountain,And you the peerless peak I pine to reach,If it means my blood shall form a fountain,Gladly will it the…

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  • Sonnet 2

    ‘Tween loving and wanting, I vacillate,Wild as a pendulum, one merely drunk,With rhythm and time am I now profligate,Circling inside the clock’s restrictive trunk.My moods are now seasons – all in one day,The high tide and low, same and disparate;While my sane mind may keep ill thoughts at bayHow long can my insane heart tolerate?I…

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  • Sonnet 1

    The king did send word o’er lands – high and flatIf there be men fit for your acquaintance;Bedecked in braids of your beauty you sat-O Princess, you of the South West highlands,Have you the faintest idea of your charms?The keys your mien strikes in the hearts of men?Pour they in – princes, barons and gendarmes…

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  • A Hike Through History at Hampi

    With just three weeks remaining for my post-graduate course in Hyderabad to complete, I decided to head for a quick weekend trip to a place that had been on my bucket list for a long time – Hampi. So, I took an overnight bus from Hyderabad and was in Hampi by 8.30 AM. After checking…

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  • Truth

    Truth is not seen, but revealed, it is said,To the Chosen One, to where he is led –And that it’s passed to the world he shall see,Ergo, does this onus fall upon me. As I have been decreed, truth I shall say –She’s fresh as dew to the first morning ray,Perched on her lofty seat…

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  • An Architect’s Compass

    Word’s gone around, and the pictures confirmThat you’ve been prone to looking long and firm, Into the distance, over land and sea- You’ve been using your creativity.  Some day you will stumble upon a place And by instinct, you’ll marvel at its grace, And, with creased brow and pursed lips, maybe, Begin to etch it for posterity.  Now you may…

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