It captures poems about people, places and sights and sounds associated with them.
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 Rabindranath Tagore On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadand the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore of endless worldsthe children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sandand they play with empty shells.With withered leaves they weave their boatsand smilingly Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream.In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them andknow who I am.I load my Read more…
Angels live in heaven, so I heard them say,in pristine celestial beauty they glow as the sparkling stars in the crystalline milky way,but often they descend on earth, I know. How do I know, you may ask me,I’ve seen the radiance in the heart of my motheras bright as the 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
The wings of hued lattice fluttered in ecstasy in the silky stream of the beguiled morning air, sprinkling the spectrum of chromatic drizzle from the overturned pallet of the tinted sky. From the yonder habitat of bloomed yellow wetland, a butterfly flew in with the patina of golden fervour, through Read more…
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…
His cart of full,Shiny oranges, greens and yellowsFruits and vegetablesThe emptiness in eyes unseen By the multitudes flocking to stockUp on life’s necessities;Mask in place, keeping monkeys at bayThe wife, her nose-ring sparkled in the sun ; toddlers grovelling in dust Their face spoke nothingHe was garrulous;nimble fingers doling and Read more…
Srujani Mohanty Loftily they swing in the breeze, Their colours spinning off dreams, Rosy tufts of neat petals The laden bunches inspire nameless emotions! As they float down onto mossy green waters, adrift on people’s imaginations That churn, lift, pacify the millions… Partaking of the nectar of their sweet spectacle! Read more…
It shone between the shapely browsThe powder dusting off her noseAs he stood behind her,Locking melting eyes in the mirror.. The third eye watched over herCavorting very possessivelyFestivals added the flamingTo the mark of conjugal love She stopped applying, the mercuryEating into her thinning hairOccasions brought out with fineryAdded that Read more…