Poems

The face I have chosen, To meditate on everyday. It feels a hundred years away, If I miss it...

What can be the source of me, Other than my beloved He, As of a lover drop, The source...

She is here, Here is She, Just a veil, Away from me. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

I am a poet, Without a poem, But I wrote this, Read it and remember me. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

I am your moth, You are my fire, Destined to die, In your desire. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

You are my heart, You are my soul, Indivisible and one, No force can apart. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

You are my rhythm, You are my rhyme, Moon of my night, And my sunshine. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

The One, Had begun, All this, Just for His fun. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

Dawn has opened her door, Once again, once more, As always, as before, You may wonder, why and what...

It is my solo endeavour to paint my wall with my thoughts, Thoughts that are my innermost experiences’ outermost...

Quotes

Since no words can describe Thee, Even the wisest is silent, As if mute is he. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

Only then will appear He, When I will be no more me, You may wonder, who will then witness...