हमारे ऊपर एक बार फिर जलती हैं कपोल-कथाएँ हवा के पहले झोंके में ही झर जाएँगी पत्तियों के साथ किन्तु अगली साँस के साथ वापस लौट आएगी एक नई झिलमिलाहट – उंगारेत्ती (8 फ़रवरी 1888- 2 जून 1970) अँग्रेज़ी से अनुवाद : सुरेश सलिल ……………….. Stars They come back high to burn the tales. They…
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Every Song Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry. Federico García Lorca Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2007 All Rights Reserved ……………….. हर गीत चुप्पी है प्रेम की हर तारा चुप्पी है समय की समय…
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My Two Daughters In the cool dusk, enchanting evening drawing on, One like the dove, the other like the swan, Lovely, and joyful both of them, and, ah, so sweet, Big sister and little sister make their seat, Look, at the threshold of the garden; over them, A spray of white carnations, long, fragile of…
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What Survives Who says that all must vanish? Who knows, perhaps the flight of the bird you wound remains, and perhaps flowers survive caresses in us, in their ground. It isn’t the gesture that lasts, but it dresses you again in gold armor- from breast to knees- and the battle was so pure an Angel…
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Song of the Universal Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet has chanted, Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. By every life a share or more or less, None born…
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મારામાં હોય એક આખું આકાશ એમાં પંખીની જેમ હોય તું પંખીમાં હોય ભર્યો ટહુકાનો શ્વાસ અને શ્વાસમાં સમેટાતી હું તારામાં હોય લીલાં લાગણીના વન અને ભુખરી ઈચ્છાઓના માળા મારામાં હોય થોડાં ફૂલ અને પાન અને વહેતી હવાના સરવાળા વહેતી હવાની કોઈ નાની શી લ્હેરખીમાં પાંદડાની જેમ હોય તું પાંદડામાં હોય કુણા સપનાના ચાસ અને ચાસ…
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जिनके अंदर चिराग़ जलते हैं, घर से बाहर वही निकलते हैं। बर्फ़ गिरती है जिन इलाकों में, धूप के कारोबार चलते हैं। दिन पहाड़ों की तरह कटते हैं, तब कहीं रास्ते पिघलते हैं। ऐसी काई है अब मकानों पर, धूप के पाँव भी फिसलते हैं। खुदरसी उम्र भर भटकती है, लोग इतने पते बदलते हैं।…
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The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had…
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After crossing fifty I have come to realize… Dreams are What we live every day And not something that we will achieve someday in the future. There is no timeline for happiness, It surprises you when you’re expecting it the least Same is true for success. Love, I no longer chase you I feel your…
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When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door…
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जिनके नामों पे आज रस्ते हैं वे ही रस्तों की धूल थे पहले …… अन्नदाता हैं अब गुलाबों के जितने सूखे बबूल थे पहले …… मूरतें कुछ निकाल ही लाया पत्थरों तक अगर गया कोई ……. यहाँ रद्दी में बिक जाते हैं शाइर गगन ने छोड़ दी ऊँचाइयाँ हैं कथा हर ज़िंदगी की द्रोपदी-सी बड़ी…
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep I am Not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousands winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in…
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हैज़ा, टी. बी.,चेचक से मरती थी पहले दुनिया मन्दिर, मसजिद, नेता, कुरसी हैं ये रोग अभी के ….. इक मोम के चोले में धागे का सफ़र दुनिया, अपने ही गले लग कर रोने की सज़ा पानी। …….. हर लम्हा ज़िन्दगी के पसीने से तंग हूँ हर लम्हा ज़िन्दगी के पसीने से तंग हूँ मैं भी…
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keeping a day ahead when space occupied by those preceding still reeks of waste is deemed vagrancy and planning non-events because your life depends on it does not explain why no demand exists in any case living in expectancy of a life-changing phone-call doesn’t bring order to the chaos surrounding you, so unleash suspense, be…
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Woodcutter. Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture of seeing myself fruitless. Why was I born among mirrors? The daylight revolves around me. And the night herself repeats me in all her constellations. I want to live not seeing self. I shall dream the husks and insects change inside my dreaming into my…
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The Idler An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road, He gathers up his work and yawns away; A little longer, ere the tiresome load Shall be reduced to ashes or to clay. No matter if the world has marched along, And scorned his slowness as it quickly passed; No matter, if amid the busy throng,…
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नए गीत तीसरा पहर कहता है- मैं छाया के लिए प्यासा हूँ चांद कहता है- मुझे तारों की प्यास है बिल्लौर की तरह साफ़ झरना होंठ मांगता है और हवा चाहती है आहें मैं प्यासा हूँ ख़ुशबू और हँसी का मैं प्यासा हूँ चन्द्रमाओं, कुमुदनियों और झुर्रीदार मुहब्बतों से मुक्त गीतों का कल का एक…
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कभी की जा चुकीं नीचे यहाँ की वेदनाएँ, नए स्वर के लिए तू क्या गगन को छानता है ? [1] बताएँ भेद क्या तारे ? उन्हें कुछ ज्ञात भी हो, कहे क्या चाँद ? उसके पास कोई बात भी हो। निशानी तो घटा पर है, मगर, किसके चरण की ? यहाँ पर भी नहीं यह…
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A Man In His Life A man doesn’t have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn’t have seasons enough to have a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes Was wrong about that. A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment, to laugh and cry with the same eyes,…
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એક દી’ સખી હું અને દરિયો બેઠાં’ તા કંઈ વાતો કરતા, ગોઠવાઈ ગયું ત્યાં આવી કાળું વાદળ, ધીંગામસ્તી કરતાં કરતાં, મેં દરિયાને પૂછયું આકાશ, ક્ષિતિજ અને તારા વિષે અવિરત પ્રેમના કોઈ કારણ વિષે તેણે છોળો ઉડાડી કહ્યું મને સૂર્ય, ચંદ્ર અને તારા વિષે તે પૂછી બેઠો મને પ્રેમના કો’ કૌતુક વિષે અને હું કહી બેઠી…
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