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I was ten years old head full of sky (poem) – Amina Saïd – Tunisia – Poetry International

By: nehal February 8, 2019

Amina Said, English Poetry, poetrydreams, French Poetry, journey, life, truthLeave a Comment

I am a child and free I have no place or dwelling how vast the sky is when the whole world is a poem it’s broad daylight on earth night has not yet been created I have a foothold in all of time – Amina Saïd j’eus dix ans le ciel en têtej’empruntai ses ailes…

Those Bells Are Driving Me Crazy- चढ़न चरी कई

By: nehal February 8, 2019February 8, 2019

हिन्दी कविता, English Poetry, poetry, Shah Abdul Latif Bhitaifaith, love, Sindhi Poetry, spirituality, sufi1 Comment

Those Bells Are Driving Me Crazy Those bells are driving me crazy How can I sleep? Ten times a day I pine for him I’ll wear the chains of his love Till death Standing at the edge They cry out, ‘My love!’ But they love only their lives Some claim, ‘I’m all yours’ But wet…

Two Poems: Dorothy Livesay

By: nehal January 26, 2019January 25, 2019

Dorothy Livesay, English Poetry, poetryLeave a Comment

FOR THE NEW YEAR Stamped in the throat bird song biologists say is inevitable as that beak that eye that red wing is not learned is born with the bird. Perhaps then there’s another dimension behind our learned word patterns … perhaps an infinite song sways in our throats yet to be heard? .. ……

INSOMNIA – અનિદ્રા

By: nehal January 21, 2019January 30, 2019

Ashwinee Bapat, ગુજરાતી કવિતા, English Poetry, poetryLeave a Comment

INSOMNIA The province of my Insomnia Is like the expanse of An arid river Quite often I come here barefooted Accepting its call I walk through And collide with The brambles of Old dreams And unsolved truths The entire stretch is Full of prolific roots Impossible to Pull out And the sun, the moon and…

O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! – Alfred Lord Tennyson

By: nehal January 19, 2019January 18, 2019

Alfred Lord Tennyson, English Poetry, poetryforce, joy, life, love, pureLeave a Comment

O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! O, were I loved as I desire to be! What is there in the great sphere of the earth, Or range of evil between death and birth, That I should fear, – if I were loved by thee! All the inner, all the outer world of…

ગઝલ – જવાહર બક્ષી

By: nehal January 18, 2019January 16, 2019

ગુજરાતી કવિતા, Ghazal, Jawahar Baxi, poetryLeave a Comment

દશે દિશાઓ સ્વયમ્ આસપાસ ચાલે છે શરૂ થયો નથી તોપણ પ્રવાસ ચાલે છે કશેય પહોંચવાનો ક્યાં પ્રયાસ ચાલે છે? અહીં ગતિ જ છે વૈભવ વિલાસ ચાલે છે. કોઈનું આવવું, નહિ આવવું, જવું, ન જવું, અમસ્તો આંખમાં ઉઘાડ-વાસ ચાલે છે દશે દિશામાં સતત એકસામટી જ સફર! અને હું એ ય ન જાણું… કે શ્વાસ ચાલે છે…

Universe – Erin Hanson

By: nehal January 11, 2019January 10, 2019

English Poetry, Erin Hanson, poetry

I stumbled across a grain of truth, In the suns last drops of light, As I stood out in my garden, And watched the fruit bats daily flight, They moved as though united, Their flapping wings a silent dance, And as they flew above me, I stood frozen in a trance, Their flight conveyed such…

Poems – Dunya Mikhail

By: nehal January 6, 2019January 5, 2019

हिन्दी कविता, Dunya Mikhail, English Poetry, poetry

Dunya Mikhail was born in Iraq (Baghdad) in 1965 and came to the United States thirty years later. She’s renowned for her subversive, innovative, and satirical poetry. After graduation from the University of Baghdad, she worked as a journalist and translator for the Baghdad Observer. Facing censorship and interrogation, she left Iraq, first to Jordan…

न्यूयार्क में एक तितली – A Butterfly in New York

By: nehal January 5, 2019January 4, 2019

हिन्दी कविता, English Poetry, poetry, Sinan Antoon

बग़दाद के अपने बग़ीचे में मैं अक्सर भागा करता था उसके पीछे मगर वह उड़कर दूर चली जाती थी हमेश। आज तीन दशकों बाद एक दूसरे महाद्वीप में वह आकर बैठ गई मेरे कन्धे पर। नीली समन्दर के ख़यालों या आख़िरी साँसें लेती किसी परी के आँसुओं की तर॥ उसके पर स्वर्ग से गिरती दो…

What Are Years – Marianne Moore

By: nehal December 30, 2018December 27, 2018

English Poetry, Marianne Moore, poetry

What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered question, the resolute doubt, — dumbly calling, deafly listening—that in misfortune, even death, encourage others and in its defeat, stirs the soul to be strong? He sees deep and is glad, who accedes to mortality…

Where the Sidewalk Ends – Shel Silverstein

By: nehal December 28, 2018December 27, 2018

English Poetry, poetry, Shel Silverstein

Where the Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows…

A’s Diary (9)

By: nehal December 25, 2018December 25, 2018

A New Fiction, My Stories, Nehal( નેહલ), Stories I'd like to tell, T's Diary#A Fiction#Love #Longing # A Poetic Journey # Some Musings about Life

A’s Diary It is more than a month now that I have not spoken to ‘T’! And I am surviving!! She must have thought that It’s an ego issue for me. It hurts me a lot, after 3-4 years of close friendship that’s what she feels about me?! I thought it was a natural growth…

A Poem by Erin Hanson

By: nehal December 23, 2018

English Poetry, Erin Hanson, poetry2 Comments

Do not give me only perfect For there is beauty in what lacks, The things that are most true Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks. So stumble on your sentences, Forget the words you need, To those parading as perfection I must say; pay them no heed. For it is you and your surroundings,…

કોરિયાની પ્રશિષ્ટ કવિતા: સિજો

By: nehal December 22, 2018December 24, 2018

ગુજરાતી કવિતા, English Poetry, Harish Meenashru, Korean Sijo poetry, poetry3 Comments

દસ વરસની ગણતરીઓ અને મથામણ પછી મારી પાસે છે ત્રણ ઓરડાવાળું ખોરડું એક ઓરડો મારો, ઉજ્જવળ ચન્દ્રનો બીજો ને ત્રીજો, સ્વચ્છ પવનનો. નદીઓ અને પર્વતો માટે તો જગા જ રહી નથી. એમને તો મારે બહાર જ રાખવાં પડશે. મારા નિસાસા બની જાય પવન ને મારાં આંસુઓ, છાંટણાં વર્ષાનાં જે ફૂંકાય ને છંટાય, મારી મરજી મુજબ…

મનને કાંઈ ગમતું નથી- નેહલ

By: nehal December 16, 2018December 15, 2018

ગુજરાતી કવિતા, My Poems, Nehal( નેહલ), poetry

મનને કાંઈ ગમતું નથી. એને ભીડમાં ખોવાયેલું ગીત જડતું નથી. મનમાં સૂતેલું સપનું ન જાગે, આંખની ધારે અટકેલું આંસુ ન ખરે, અને ડૂમાનો થીજેલો કાળો સૂરજ, આયખાના આકાશેથી ઢળતો નથી. છાતીના પિંજરમાં કેદ સૂર, શ્વાસોની વાંસળીએથી વહેતા નથી. પગમાં નર્તન થીજી ગયું, ઘૂઘરીઓને રણકાર જડતો નથી. યાયાવર પક્ષી આ જીવ; માઈલો કાપ્યા, પાંખો થાકી, આકાશ…

બાઉલ ગીત- મદન

By: nehal December 15, 2018December 12, 2018

ગુજરાતી કવિતા, Madan, poetry, song, Suresh Dalal

ગીત ગાવું એ મને સહજ છે, ભીતરની એ મારી ગરજ છે. મારી તમને એક અરજ છે: ગીત ગાતાં મને રોકો નહીં. રંગ સુગંધ ને ફૂલનો વૈભવ: ફૂલની એ જ નમાજ તારતારથી ઝરતી ભક્તિ: વીણાનો એ જ મિજાજ ગાવું વહાવું એ મને સહજ છે, જીવનની એ મારી ગરજ છે. મારી તમને એક અરજ છે: ગીત ગાતાં…

A poem by Pablo Neruda

By: nehal December 14, 2018December 12, 2018

English Poetry, Pablo Neruda, poetryAutumn, beauty, love, memories, soul1 Comment

I remember you as you were that final autumn. You were a gray beret and the whole being at peace. In your eyes the fires of the evening dusk were battling, and the leaves were falling in the waters of your soul. As attached to my arms as a morning glory, Your sad, slow voice…

T’s Diary (8)

By: nehal December 10, 2018December 9, 2018

A New Fiction, My Stories, Nehal( નેહલ), Stories I'd like to tell, T's Diary#A Fiction#Love #Longing # A Poetic Journey # Some Musings about Life

Monday After so many days I feel like writing my diary again. I went through my previous pages. I am no longer in that state of confusion, still not sure about the feeling of love! During that weekend ‘A’ did propose to me in front of our parents, and obviously, they all seemed to be…

યાત્રા – અમૃતા પ્રીતમ

By: nehal December 9, 2018

Amrita Pritam, ગુજરાતી કવિતા, poetry

યાત્રા સમયની છાતીમાં દટાયેલા કોઈ રહસ્યનું બીજ ક્યારે કોળી ઊઠ્યું એ તો હું જાણતી નથી. પણ એ એની જ સુગંધ હતી જે મારી રાતોનાં સપનાંમાંથી આવતી હતી… કોણ જાણે કેટલીય કવિતાઓ મેં સપનામાં લખી હશે. એમાંથી કેટલીક પંક્તિઓ ક્યારેક સ્મૃતિમાં સચવાઈ રહેતી, તો ક્યારેક સ્મૃતિના હાથમાંથી સરી પણ જતી. મારી નવાઈ વચ્ચે એક દિવસ આવું…

Away – Robert Frost

By: nehal December 8, 2018December 4, 2018

English Poetry, poetry, Robert Frostjourney home

Now I out walking The world desert, And my shoe and my stocking Do me no hurt. I leave behind Good friends in town, Let them get well-wined And go lie down. Don’t think I leave For the outer dark Like Adam and Eve Put out of the Park. Forget the myth. There is no…