Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
Here are whistling winds and roaring waves,
Oh, don’t push me into the pit of fire
Thundering sounds they run into caves,
stormy psyche, wait, wait in the mire.
Paul, come with me I shall show you a place,
Shall we mount up? Seldom there’s silence
Near the newly made grave behold the ruin’d palace,
Drunken revelry, sick with desire and dance.
I’m without spectacle but they are visible
Is this the buried spot of my child feeble?
“Thou will not leave us in the dust”
Holy fire, we fear, we are like iron rust.
“Look up the sky, white clouds and wild birds”
“No they are not birds but only Jet planes
Innocent children dear run out from the lanes
Once you promised them; are they mere words?”
Great gift of sleep falls on them,
Don’t blame the Bible and Him.
There’s ruin in the House of hill,
Still the winds blow bleak and shrill.
Saints! we hope to live; we hope to die,
Night covers the land, no stars, bleeding lip.
We’re deserted innocents sailing in the ship,
I’ve lost my spectacle, Thou’th lost thy key.