Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Thy Arrival

The ruddy faced dusk has long gone
And night wrests for itself remnant light,
Only a clutch of stars defiant remain
Spilling pin sized hope to my sight.

The airs have all halted for a silence
That now steals upon beast and man,
In throbbing hearts come a wariness
Ruing alongside the pensive moon.

A black hand is upon the coel’s throat
Stifling its song from taking birth,
A cold muse now holds firm this fort,
Our sole refuge that we call earth.

To all directions I send emissary call,
Carrying my pleas for Thy arrival.



Inevitable Word is a pedestal for the newer forms of Poetry, Prose and literary Criticism. It is an attempt to bring into every manuscript the inevitable word and expression of the Spirit, as may be found in the Vedas, and more prominently, in the works of Sri Aurobindo.

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Mahesh CR

Mahesh CR


Hi, I am Mahesh CR, Founder @tataatsu. I walk the borderlands between technology & spirituality. Follow @kalisbrood for Spirituality & Hinduism related topics