It captures poems about people, places and sights and sounds associated with them.
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 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 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…
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 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…
By Rabindranath Tagore Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear?The rain is coming in through the open window, making you allwet, and you don’t mind it.Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brotherto come home from school.What Read more…
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…