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 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 Toru Dutt Three happy children in a darkened room!What do they gaze on with wide-open eyes?A dense, dense forest, where no sunbeam pries,And in its centre a cleared spot.—There bloomGigantic flowers on creepers that embraceTall trees: there, in a quiet lucid lakeThe while swans glide; there, “whirring from the Read more…
She Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans aboveHis jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruitsBright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers. He Like the perfume in the petals of a rose,Hides thy Read more…