By Rabindranath Tagore Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream.In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them andknow who I am.I load my Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore I touch God in my songas the hill touches the far-away seawith its waterfall.The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough. Let my love, like sunlight, surround youand yet give you illumined freedom. Love remains a secret even when spoken,for only a lover truly knows Read more…
By Vinay Dharwadker Somewhere near Chattisgarh A liquid sheet, mirroring the sky, is stretched across the paddy fields squared off by banks of matted clay: blue, green, ocher smeared with gray. Uneven squares, trapeziums, sewn like patches on a checkered cloth: the paddy, standing in a foot of water, velvet Read more…
By Jayanta Mahapatra A grey haze over the ricefields.The black cow grazing with her new-born calf,long-legged, unsteady—or trucks going past the high road:such things only claimthat I am looking out in search of memory,not death. Those little kisses on our cheeksmy long-dead grandmother gave me, orthe soft dampness of my Read more…
By Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest.O child, do not go out!The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their headsagainst the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings aresilent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank Read more…
Locked lilac lips interweaved with the calypso of night, for whom the seductive song of silence the stars write. Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart, transforms the tenor of melody for the requiem to start when beyond the broken sky the nightingale flies away. From the whispering debris arises Read more…
Angels live in heaven, so I heard them say,in pristine celestial beauty they glow as the sparkling stars in the crystalline milky way,but often they descend on earth, I know. How do I know, you may ask me,I’ve seen the radiance in the heart of my motheras bright as the Read more…
Her ordinary face,feet rooted in the ground,she knows the traceof his footprints around Belonging to her means caving insimply on her part,knowing what is unseenand every pulse of his heart. Her beautiful face,wings in the thin air,she sees the mirror showcaseher narcissus flair. Allured like blind flyby her flaming fire,enmeshed, Read more…
charcoal clouds curl up monsoon dark sky turns to slate… wild wind waits awhile charmed clouds descend low dance in rhapsody of rain… trees swing in cadence soaked in twilight gleam raindrops roll on rocking leaves… pearl strings lace green face
The wings of hued lattice fluttered in ecstasy in the silky stream of the beguiled morning air, sprinkling the spectrum of chromatic drizzle from the overturned pallet of the tinted sky. From the yonder habitat of bloomed yellow wetland, a butterfly flew in with the patina of golden fervour, through Read more…