By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt I love the bounteous infancy of the day, The garlands that around its temples shine; I love to hear the tuneful matin lay Of the sweet kokil perched upon the pine; I love to see you streamlet gaily run And blush like maiden beauty meek and Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo The grey sea creeps half visible, half-hushed, And grasps with its innumerable hands These silent walls. I see beyond a rough Glimmering infinity, I feel the wash And hear the sibilation of the waves That whisper to each other as they push To shoreward side by side,– Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo A face on the cold dire mountain peaks Grand and still; its lines white and austere Match with the unmeasured snowy streaks Cutting heaven, implacable and sheer. Above it a mountain of matted hair Aeon-coiled on that deathless and lone head In its solitude huge of lifeless Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo Rose of God, vermilion stain on the sapphires of heaven,Rose of Bliss, fire-sweet, seven-tinged with the ecstasies seven!Leap up in our heart of humanhood, O miracle, O flame,Passion-flower of the Nameless, bud of the mystical Name.Rose of God, great wisdom-bloom on the summits of being,Rose of Light, Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo A gold moon-raft floats and swings slowly And it casts a fire of pale holy blue light On the dragon tail aglow of the faint night That glimmers far,– swimming, The illumined shoals of stars skimming, Overspreading earth and drowning the heart in sight With the ocean Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo O immense Light and thou, O spirit-wide boundless Space, Whom have you clasped and hid, deathless limbs, gloried face? Vainly lie Space and Time, “Void are we, there is none.” Vainly strive Self and World crying, “I, I alone.” One is there, Self of self, Soul of Read more…
By Sri Aurobindo A tree beside the sandy river-beach Holds up its topmost boughs Like fingers towards the skies they cannot reach, Earth-bound, heaven-amorous. This is the soul of man. Body and brain Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain.
By Saima Afreen We are the memory of water, the rain inside us knows it has to return where it comes from it tries to escape, rises and comes down in drops over graves, moss-laden on the silent grass guarding the feet of obelisks the early morning light trembles, stands Read more…
By Paresh Tiwari The songbirds are out to feed and sing. To my untrained ear, it’s cacophony, albeit a pleasing one. To her, it means something much more. Velvet-fronted nuthatch, black-naped monarch and white-bellied erpornis, she ticks off the names with her fingers. ‘Perhaps you can live here when I’m Read more…
By – Arundhathi Subramaniam At firstit’s nostalgia — a downpour of kissesunder a weeping umbrella, a euphoriaof gulmohur, an eternityof adrak chai, every momentthe memory of a previous one when the skies were crazier,love purer,life simpler, when the heart turned Malabar,the spirit Arabian, desire Coromandel,laughter more Gene Kelly and words Read more…