By Rabindranath Tagore Supposing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter anddanced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?You would call, “Baby, where are you?” and I should laugh tomyself and Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore I must launch out my boat.The languid hours pass by on theshore—Alas for me! The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger. The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady 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…
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
after a long walk on the road i paved for myself i stand awhile to look ahead, see the dusk silently descend with the twilight gleam on the horizon, look back through the spreading haze of oblivion, see the fading faces recede behind the veil of silver dust i raised Read more…
The rusted swing creakedThe faded, moth eaten cushionsSmelt of musty life; well treadedCardamom tea was freshly brewed however.. The morn was flush with a February breezeThe papers screamed nothing ,for a change;She sighed, the prawns had to be boughtA partner lost to the daily dose of drugs.. The routine never Read more…