Poems By Arjava

Moksha

AS one who saunters on the seabanks in a wilderness of day

Is dazzled by the suschot marge and rippling counterchange

Of wavebeams and an eager hood of quivering wings that range—

Grey on the sky's rim,—white on the foam-pathway,—

Each man is wildered myriadly by outsight and surface tone

Engirdling soul with clamour, by this fragmentary mood,

This patter of Time's marring steps across the solitude

Of Truth's abidingness, Self-Blissful and Alone.

But when eastward-streaming shadows bring the hush of eventide

The wave-lapped sun can wield again his glory of hence-going

And furnish by his lowlihead vast dreams of heaven-knowing—

A golden wave-way to the One where Beauty's archetypes abide.

August 25, 1933-