About Publishing 'Halcyon Wings'

When the broad mind has opened, to gaze the stars that
shinning in the unfathomable skies and the glittering
Nature, its flowers’ fragrances given to taste the wealthy realms of her,
as well as Earth’s mysteries—that I ever think of to feel and by my
thoughts that spread so deep to try to work with things that sounds
of ‘creative’. Here I the ‘moody soul’ starts his first journey, leaving
his home for a few years and his up-start was through Literature,
Science and Arts and Fiction. Writings and paintings here I believed
to be most powerful and that those more often need to convey by
the Artist’s conscience and the intensity that gains moral knowledge
and appreciation. Here the book has the pictorial paths of Quest and
the wanderings, all by imagination’s boat, sails from the western Ideas
and its enthusiastic flow. Some finds hope along and also hopelessness,
God and Love vagabonding among these ink-stained pages.
Dreamt in the wandering world where no chains shall bind,
from the dark veiled lands to the daring spark, no atoms that obscure
the force calling light, to aim the glad precious moments of life, to
embrace me with a silence and its whispering magic, where gate of
hope’s always open to bliss, thundering words are always from roam,
the nocturnal pleasure that I only know, and when all will run away as
time—why I alone in the upward steps of solitude that caressing wild
only wings?
If I met Life as a strange stage of different senses—and I only say
you to enjoy the aggressive fruits of my invention. Here it is for all of
you can read and evaluate.

On Inspiration-Written On A Pondered Night Of Christmas

I
If it gleams,the wakeful spirit which the purest
In mine own fill of ecstasy daring to swell,
Tho' be the waning night whose fading's blast-
Find anew a song the very latest from my quill
Life's timely clock assaying thoughts serene will pose
Let a call,that yet unknown;came and rouse the warmth
Did thaw the frosty heart,nor let a tranquil like ease
If mighty aid to forth I embark a secret faith
Let call this Inspiration poised,thus pennoned
For life is free,and must it one adamant still
Whose vivid overwhelming frame can't let shamed
Nor try strain the light from the darkest pole they dwell
As rare immortal arts flash in western mind grit
Will pass the eyes of lurking fancies that it can
Save the will and yield his heedful words to be fit
In some merest verses that may reflect if to scan
Oft but n't truth ever seems the long diffused Earth
Whose placid peace seeks the weary bosoms of men
Tends the very work whereon it strengthen himself forth
Caress the passion beads of surely divine ken!
Thoughts,azure thoughts to teem the rain over the green
Where that skipper paints the portrait of life's belief
Whence if assured sprouting buds of fragrance scarce keen
Its dart to traverse,and float above world to lessen the grief-
Stress n't finite;yet when god brakes the power
Of some extend to wander,and earn by torture
Nor learn for ever his wealth must I the admirer
To conserve well,to bury n't trust's to Ignore
By Jove, has now to swim the waves of sunny days
Of delight that the divine guides its magic surge
Will lively be and thirst ponders in all journeys
To him,to where, hope to him and hope to me urge!