Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Thy Lustre

A purple screen of dusk now descends
Marking the close of a futile day,
A little lamp is lit and its flame lends
A meagre light to my musing’s way.

The bruises remind of what had passed,
The malicious event and fell circumstance;
To a storm I seem to be anchored,
One without end, only more beginnings.

O Gracious Heart, is there not to be found
One sliver of utility worth redeeming
In this produce of clay so earth bound?
Oh I flail upon moment-seas sans meaning!

Lend O King one conferring gesture,
Raising the fallen adds to Thy lustre.[1]

[1]Rescuing the adrift adds to Thy lustre.



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