
Negative of a Group Photograph : Azita Ghahreman
I am younger in this photograph, younger than anything I’ve ever written, and I am the third missing person. Inside … Continue reading Negative of a Group Photograph : Azita Ghahreman
I am younger in this photograph, younger than anything I’ve ever written, and I am the third missing person. Inside … Continue reading Negative of a Group Photograph : Azita Ghahreman
A Splinter As if experimentingWith different methodsTo remove itI kept trying outLovers.Some triedTo pull it outWith sticky duct tapesOf desireRoughly.Others … Continue reading A Splinter (ફાંસ) : Pratishtha Pandya
You’re withdrawing from me, hour. The beating of your wings leaves me bruised. Alone : what shal I do with … Continue reading The Poet : Rainer Maria Rilke
I came to know about this wonderful website, which has incredible coverage of ‘real’ India, through my friend Maitreyi Yajnik … Continue reading Mothers’ Tongues (مادری زبانیں) : Sabika Abbas Translated by Pratishtha Pandya (english and gujarati)
It is the story of the falling rain to turn into a leaf and fall again it is the secret … Continue reading A Short Story of Falling : Alice Oswald
A LOT OF GOOD, OUR THUMBS The fog of war has never been thicker and every angle of attack casts … Continue reading A LOT OF GOOD, OUR THUMBS : ~Scott Thomas Outlar
Climb As Life has been a steep climb I cannot stop I cannot afford to get distracted Or I may … Continue reading Climb : Nehal
A sunset on one side of the Globe is A sunrise for the other side, The Sun never sets, actually! … Continue reading Happy New Year 2023 : Celebration of 9th Year of Blogging
You are there. You have always been there. Even when you thought you were climbing you had already arrived. Even … Continue reading You Are There : Erica Jong
AssassinationThe critics kill me sometimes:they want a particular poema particular metaphorand if I stray up a side roadthey say: ‘He … Continue reading Assassination : Mahmoud Darwish
Winter is all around but in this glade there is no ice or snow; warm sunlight bathes us. My hands … Continue reading Spring : Jenny Rowbory
“Poetry is composing, you are writing words to move the world like music.” ― Atticus Continue reading Atticus Poetry
On Non-dependence of mind Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace, don’t follow a path. ~ Dogen (1200-1253) from … Continue reading Dogen
The Snowdrop Already now the snowdrop dares appear, The first pale blossom of th’unripen’d year; As Flora’s breath, by some … Continue reading The Snowdrop : Anna Laetitia Barbauld
“Still yourself. Calm. Breathe deeply. Understand that you are not nor have ever been alone. Listen to the way your … Continue reading 13 Billion Year Old Atoms : Nikita Gill
“We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 … Continue reading 93 percent stardust : Nikita Gill
A too beautiful view rejects the mind. It is like a person with a garrulous mouth but no ears. … Continue reading Engraving: World-tree with an Empty Beehive on One Branch : Jane Hirshfield
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless … Continue reading To Autumn : John Keats
Oughta Be a Woman Washing the floors to send you to college Staying at home so you can feel safe … Continue reading Oughta Be a Woman : June Jordan
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Which is that one emotion inspires us to write, the most? I think it is ‘pain’! Pain… Continue reading Pain : Ignite a fire within
These poems they are things that I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are and are you … Continue reading These Poems : June Jordan
Dowhat you want to do, now.Saywhat you want to say, now.Love, Care, Heal, Make Peace, Forgive,Now!If not now,Then when?!Time is … Continue reading A hamster wheel : Nehal
I am a child and free I am a child and free to live in perpetual Sunday sun perched on … Continue reading I am a child and free : Amina Saïd
The Sand below my feet Shifted suddenly I was drawn towards Those mesmerising waves They lifted me With their thousand … Continue reading Surrender : Nehal
Revelation about the path yours is not the same as others unique, specific listen well for a concert of doubts … Continue reading Revelation : Yasmin Shubber
When everything appears darkYou don’t know where you’re standingYou don’t understand where you’re goingYou are crushedAnd rage is not you … Continue reading Shining : Nehal
Imagine With your open eyes The things That you let just pass You can actually Do Breath Live Hold close … Continue reading Imagine : Nehal
Forever is beyond Me and You And why should I Go after Something Which I cannot Even comprehend! I want … Continue reading Forever : Nehal
A moment Is a dew dropOn a flower petalMirroring the rising SunGlowing IlluminatingEternityWithin.~Nehal(Written in response to a prompt ‘Moment’ given … Continue reading A Moment : Nehal
We rise from the depths of our mindLike clouds…Travelling higher up In the mountains.We float, Striving to reach the Sun!~ … Continue reading Clouds : Nehal
Blackberry-Picking Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, … Continue reading Blackberry-Picking By Seamus Heaney
A window for seeing A window for hearing A window like a well that ends deep in the heart of … Continue reading Window : Forugh Farrokhzad
Conversation with an American Writer “You’re a fearless young man—” they tell me… It’s not true. I’ve never been fearless. … Continue reading Conversation with an American Writer : Yevtushenko
INVOCATION May that apparent calm called scepticism never riddle my heart. Let me escape from the numbness of cynicism from … Continue reading Invocation : Raquel Lanceros
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In the awareness, I am brought closer to my being from long before. In my awareness, there is only what … Continue reading I Understand This Light to Be My Home : Mai Der Vang
मन मस्त हुआ तब क्यों बोले। हीरा पायो गाँठ गठियायो, बार बार वाको क्यों खोले। हलकी थी तब चढ़ी तराजू, … Continue reading Poems of Kabir : कबीर बानी
blessing the boats may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond … Continue reading Blessing the Boats : Lucille Clifton
Suddenly, the green appears on the trees—as ifThe green passed silently from one tree to another.Children suddenly appear out of … Continue reading The Child in Spring : Max Picard
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Poetry of Munir Momin, translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch Munir Momin is a contemporary Balochi… Continue reading The Beloved City
Everything in flux and flow; The summer sun, the winter snow. Unfurl and bloom then wither, die. A cloudless day, … Continue reading A Poem by e.h
The Cyprian came to thy cradle, When thou wast little and small, And said to the nurse who rocked thee“ … Continue reading Sappho
Dreamers SOLDIERS are citizens of death’s grey land, Drawing no dividend from time’s tomorrows. In the great hour of destiny … Continue reading Dreamers
Our Revolution Must Be Different… Warrior/Houngan we salute you Frail body Towering spirit it is a savagery/that you have known. … Continue reading Our Revolution Must Be Different…
Primordial Chaos Time, so many cobblestones placed in wilderness, so much sand ground fine. How many stones, how much sand … Continue reading Primordial Chaos : Li Sen
Death in the evening High, high. Her last words wandered across the ceiling like clouds. The sideboard wept. The apron … Continue reading Death in the evening : Miroslav Holub
The Flood (English version) A woman flooded her man. It came about slowly. One day he glanced at her. She … Continue reading The Flood : Michaella Mintcheff
To feel compassionate for all living beings is a first step towards living a spiritual life but to be able … Continue reading Please Call Me by My True Names : Thich Nhat Hanh
Cadastral: The Black Girl Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Where are you from? No, I mean where are you really … Continue reading A Poem by Tjawangwa Dema
It takes a certain cussedness to be a tree in this city, a certain inflexible woodenness to dig in your … Continue reading Tree : Arundhathi Subramaniam
इश्क़ में जी को सबरो-ताब कहां उससे आंखें लगें तो ख्वाब कहां हस्ती अपनी है बीच में पर्दा हम न … Continue reading Meer Taqi Meer मीर तक़ी मीर
On the Treasury of the true Dharma EyeMidnight. No waves,no wind, the empty boatis flooded with moonlight.~ Dogen (1200-1253) Continue reading Dogen : Haiku
House-bound in winterTurning to my books beforeEven washing my face~Shiki (1867-1902) Continue reading Shiki : Haiku
Empty your mind of all thoughts.Let your heart be at peace.Watch the turmoil of beings,but contemplate their return.Each separate being … Continue reading Tao : Lao-Tzu
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of … Continue reading Christmas Bells : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Change The bucket swallows sweaters, a ball of yarn that bloomed in a mother’s lap, ripe, plum-like it dropped from her … Continue reading change : Saima Afreen
On the other side of the Rainbow… All my landscapes were greyWith my eyes full of tearsI looked at youRays … Continue reading Better late than… It’s 7 years!
Gift A day so happy. Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There … Continue reading Gift : Czeslaw Milosz
These days My thoughts are like Migratory birds Visiting me from Far far away, unknown regions Fill the sky of … Continue reading Migratory Birds : Nehal
ELEMENTAL Is the word the work Of someone who tills the blue field, Unearths its dark plenitude For the tight … Continue reading Elemental : John O’ Donohue
ask yourself often: am I observing the situation accurately or am i projecting how i feel onto what is happening? … Continue reading Inward : Yung Pueblo
As time goes by,You will loosen your grip on that rock,The one you always thought was home,And you will realise … Continue reading As Time Goes By : Donna Ashworth
* Look, so holy: green leaves young leaves in the light of the sun .. * The start of poetry: … Continue reading Bashō
Truth Serum We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture. Pinched a scent of night jasmine … Continue reading Truth Serum : Naomi Shihab Nye
Whenever you see a tree Thinkhow many long yearsthis tree waited as a seedfor an animal or bird or wind … Continue reading Whenever You See a Tree : Padma Venkatraman
Burning the Old Year Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like … Continue reading Burning the Old Year: Naomi Shihab Nye
Meeting at an Airport You asked me once, on our way back from the midmorning trip to the spring: “What … Continue reading Taha Muhammad Ali : Meeting at an Airport
A Voiceless Cry The sound of green footsteps is the rain They’re coming in from the road, now Thirsty souls … Continue reading A Voiceless Cry : Nadia Anjuman
May Day A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air,The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves … Continue reading May Day : Sara Teasdale
source: The 3-2-1 Thursday newsletter by James Clear Author and anthropologist Carlos Castaneda on mindset: Source: Journey To Ixtlan: The Lessons of Don … Continue reading Daily Motivation
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions … Continue reading Song Of A Dream : Sarojini Naidu
High Tide I edged back against the night.The sea growled assault on the wave-bitten shore.And the breakers,Like young and impatient … Continue reading High tide : Jean S Untermeyer
…. Summer In Calcutta What is this drink butThe April sun, squeezedLike an orange inMy glass? I sip theFire, I … Continue reading Summer In Calcutta : Kamala Das
A Fish’s Wish There was once a fishtired of the sea, oppressedleaped high, escapedfrom the prison of the sea. Saw … Continue reading A Fish’s Wish : એક માછલીની મનીષા
Every province and kingdom under heaven fronting on the Great Wall, no city has avoided shield and sword. Why can’t … Continue reading Song For Silkworms And Grain
Tell me how do I carry your weight under my skin,inside my blood? Your storieslisten to the walls in Anna … Continue reading Unmarked Chambers : Saima Afreen
Hard Life with Memory I’m a poor audience for my memory. She wants me to attend her voice non-stop, but … Continue reading Hard Life With Memory
False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in mebears up like stone,beneath some ritual I … Continue reading False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood
Song of the open door When the beastly blizzards roar – angrily and often, there’s no need to lock the … Continue reading Song of the open door
LOVE SONG How shall I keep my soul from touching yours? How shall I lift it up beyond you … Continue reading Love Song : Rainer Maria Rilke
I heard splashing on the boat her bare feet And sensed in our faces the hungry dusk My heart swaying … Continue reading A Poem : Miguel Otero Silva
There’s No Lamp in the World Tonight Darkness is a refugee in our shadows it’s a little child that wakes … Continue reading There’s No Lamp in the World Tonight : Saima Afreen
शब्दों का दुःख आदमियों की तरहशब्दों के दुःखों की सूची भीख़ूब लंबी है। शब्दों में भी होती हैबहुत कुछ अनकही … Continue reading शब्दों का दुःख : दुर्गा प्रसाद पंडा
“I Am Not I” I am not I. I am this onewalking beside me whom I do not see,whom at … Continue reading I am not I : Juan Ramón Jiménez
Summer Silence Eruptive lightnings flutter to and froAbove the heights of immemorial hills;Thirst-stricken air, dumb-throated, in its woeLimply down-sagging, its … Continue reading Summer Silence : E. E. Cummings
We are like the stray line of a poem which always feels that it rhymes with another line, and must … Continue reading The Poet : Anuradha Bhattacharyya
The Burning of The Books When the Regime ordered that the books with dangerous teachings should be publicly burnt and … Continue reading The Burning of The Books
Words All round me are words, and words and words,They grow on me like leaves, they neverSeem to stop their … Continue reading Words : Kamala Das
Hello Readers, After venturing into art, yoga, meditation, micro-greens, plants… I was looking for some activity which we ( me … Continue reading Silver Linings…
Hi everyone, Learning a new hobby and nurturing it; is not merely distracting your mind away from current situation, but … Continue reading Painting silver linings…
Painting silver linings over my clouds! Hello Readers, It’s been almost a year, since the Covid-19 pandemic started and lockdown … Continue reading Painting my Silver Linings…
These Vākhs or verses are like visions during meditation or like realisation of the eternal Truth. Initially they were transmitted … Continue reading Poems (Vākhs) of Lal Děd
The Hill We Climb When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss … Continue reading The Hill We Climb : Amanda Gorman
“The Musician played the violin…” To I. Shwartz The musician played the violin — I was gazing at his eyes. … Continue reading “The Musician played the violin…”
Choices if i can’t dowhat i want to dothen my job is to notdo what i don’t wantto do it’s … Continue reading Choices : Nikki Giovani
Stationery The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver … Continue reading Stationery : Ali, Agha Shahid
Nunchi (noon-chee ) : ‘eye measure’, or the subtle art of gauging other people’s thoughts and feelings to build harmony, … Continue reading From the Books… (The power of Nunchi)
All my lifeI have been in search ofAn eternal beauty.Why should I seek it imperishable??Waves of the sea spread theirFrills … Continue reading An eternal beauty : Nehal
I Love this poem so much that I wish to write it on one of the walls of my study … Continue reading Path of Light : Amina Saïd
I killed a spider Not a murderous brown recluse Not even a black widow And if the truth were told … Continue reading Allowables : Nikki Giovanni
I Am Waiting I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waitingfor a rebirth of wonderand I … Continue reading I Am Waiting : Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Self Portrait It doesn’t interest me if there is one Godor many gods.I want to know if you belong or … Continue reading Self Portrait : David Whyte
The Stolen Branch In the night we shall go into steala flowering branch. We shall climb over the wallin the … Continue reading The Stolen Branch : Pablo Neruda
सिर्फ तुम्हारे लिए… सिमोन (4) जानती हो सिमोन, मैं अकसर सोचती हूँसोचती क्या, चाहती हूँ पहुँचाऊँकुछ प्रतियाँ ‘द सेकंड सेक्स’ … Continue reading सिर्फ तुम्हारे लिए… सिमोन : शुभम श्री
Home Give me a home that isn’t mine, where I can slip in and out of rooms without a trace, … Continue reading Home : Arundhathi Subramaniam
A Sea of Foliage Girds our Garden round Sonnet.- Baugmaree A sea of foliage girds our garden round, But not … Continue reading A Sea of Foliage Girds our Garden round
source : Where I Live : New & Selected Poems Continue reading Daily Musings : 90
Translator’s Note: Padmanabha: Lord Vishnu from whose navel the lotus flower is believed to emerge source : poetryinternational.org Continue reading Daily Musings : 89
source : thenagarepublic.com Image source : google images Continue reading Poems : Tialila Kikon
उषा प्रात: नभ था बहुत नीला शंख जैसे भोर का नभ; राख से लीपा हुआ चौका; अभी गीला पड़ा है … Continue reading उषा : Daybreak
Gift O my love, what gift of mine Shall I give you this dawn? A morning song? But morning does … Continue reading Gift : Rabindranath Tagore
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Digital artwork by Nehal Continue reading Daily Musings : 77
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Digital artwork by Nehal Continue reading Daily Musings : 75
Megan Married Herself She arrived at the country mansion in a silver limousine.She’d sent out invitations and everything:her name written … Continue reading Megan Married Herself : Caroline Bird
What The Mapmaker Ought To Know On this island things fidget.Even history.The landscape does not sitwillinglyas if behind an easelholding … Continue reading What The Mapmaker Ought To Know : Kei Miller
Excerpts from the Poem : IIINarrator Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,Putting the decorations back … Continue reading For The Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio, excerpts.
Wish you all A Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ~ Nehal In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] Ring out, wild … Continue reading Ring out, wild bells : Alfred Lord Tennyson
Infinite Stars The infinite stars are twinkling—The dark blue sky,Why have I never heard their whispers?In the tranquility,And in the … Continue reading Poems : Bing Xin
Stones I bring them from the mountains,from the sea, from the edgeof streams and look at them,heft them, hold them … Continue reading Stones : David Wagoner
AUTUMN SUMMARY In evening’s dome each bird is a point of memory.It’s amazing sometimes how the years’ fervorreturns, returns without … Continue reading Autumn Summary : Julio Cortázar
Woman with Eyes Wide Open life plays in the plaza with the self I never was and here I am … Continue reading Woman with Eyes Wide Open : Alejandra Pizarnik
The Snail sets . what it knows of this . … Continue reading The Snail : Souvankham Thammavongsa
A Prayer at the Bridge between the Centuries War is consigned to history Disaster to memory The scars and tears … Continue reading A Prayer at the Bridge between the Centuries