By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt The Golden chariot slowly rolled along The woodland path, shedding, on all around A golden glory, like a setting sun; And as it rolled along, there came a voice,- A voice of woe, athwart the murmuring stream, Commingling with its own – low, soft and sweet: Read more…
A Sonnet in blank verse By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt A beauteous veil of burning gold did hide The Day-god’s brow resplendent : and the sky Like to canvass on its bosom wore Sweet forms, the pencil of meek Even drew! – Not many a bird, – not kokils – philomels 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 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 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 Toru Dutt Love came to Flora asking for a flowerThat would of flowers be undisputed queen,The lily and the rose, long, long had beenRivals for that high honour. Bards of powerHad sung their claims. “The rose can never towerLike the pale lily with her Juno mien”–“But is the lily Read more…
By Toru Dutt LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers Read more…
By Toru Dutt Savitri is the mythological tale of persistent and virtuous Princess of Madra and wife of Satyavan, who wins back her dead husband’s life from the Lord of Death himself, Yama. Toru Dutt has composed this ballad in five parts. I have published below few turning point point Read more…
By Toru Dutt A sea of foliage girds our garden round,But not a sea of dull unvaried green,Sharp contrasts of all colours here are seen;The light-green graceful tamarinds aboundAmid the mango clumps of green profound,And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;And o’er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,Red,—red, and startling Read more…