By Dom Moraes I -wake and find myself in love:And this one time I do not doubt.I only fear, and wander outTo hold long parley with a dove. The innocent and the guilty, metHere in the garden, feel no fear.But I’m afraid of you, my dear.There was a reason: I Read more…
Translated from Urdu to English by Rajagopal Parthsarathy Original poem by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib To my eye the pleasures of the world are nothing but dust. Except for blood, what else flows in the guts? Turned to dust, the wings are now a spent force;they might even blow away 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 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…