On the Passage of Days : Anuradha Bhattacharya

On the Passage of Days Events follow events In close succession Time is A heavily knotted string, Swift and dangerous, It moves, hurting me And scarring my grand Memories for the future. Events follow events In close succession. They are Pebbles on the sea shore, Driven to and fro, Roaring and grating And tearing the…

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Parable – Wislawa szymborska

Parable Some fishermen pulled a bottle from the deep. It held a piece of paper, with these words: “Somebody save me! I’m here. The ocean cast me on this desert island. I am standing on the shore waiting for help. Hurry! I’m here!”“There’s no date. I bet it’s already too late anyway. It could have…

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Back From A Walk – Federico García Lorca

Back from a Walk Murdered by the sky.Among the forms that move toward the snakeand the forms searching for crystalI will let my hair grow.With the limbless tree that cannot singand the boy with the white egg face.With the broken-headed animalsand the ragged water of dry feet. With all that is tired, deaf-mute,and a butterfly…

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The Tear- Ramón López Velarde

Over the angular lily that adorns the cadaverous pillow; over the hardened bachelor pain of lying like a beardless congregationist while the cats erect their clamour and forge a bristling race; over the hunger never sated of the lime that wears light minds away and the professional disenchantment with which courtesans spring out of bed;…

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A Fool For Evergreen- James A. Emanuel

A Fool For Evergreen A little bit of fool in meHides behind my inmost treeAnd pops into the narrow pathI walk blindfolded by my wrathOr shrunken by some twist of pain,Some hope that will not wind again.He ogles with his antic eyesand somersaults a you’re-not-wiseUntil the patches in his pantsGo colorwheeling through my glanceSo fast…

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Early Spring

Early Spring Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue;The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles too. Opens a door in Heaven;From skies of glassA Jacob’s ladder fallsOn greening grass,And o’er the mountain-wallsYoung angels pass. Before them fleets the shower,And burst the buds,And shine the level lands,And flash the floods;The…

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Blue and Green

Anushka, she is a medical student and young, upcoming poet. There is depth, sensitivity and philosophical undertones in her expressions. There is innocence and honesty in her writings.I wish her continuing journey on creative path and success in her future endeavours. Blue and Green One gloomy day I took To cleaning up my room. I…

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When You Are Old – તું વૃધ્ધ થાય ત્યારે…

When You Are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love…

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Writing the best poem ever

Here is a poem, written by my daughter for a competition. I would like to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy it like I did. … * … * … What would be the best poem ever written, you might ask For such a thing as competitions exist For an overthinker like me,…

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Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like…

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Non-Love: અનાસક્તિ

Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters, Like winds of deserts, you sing: ‘Behold! You’re mine forever! I’m ancient Clutter, Your old, good fellow, – unlock your hold!’ I dare not open, I hold the shutters, I hold the shutters and hide my fright. I keep and cherish, I keep with flutter My love…

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घास तो मुझ जैसी है – The Grass is really like me

THE GRASS IS REALLY LIKE ME The grass is also like me it has to unfurl underfoot to fulfill itself but what does its wetness manifest: a scorching sense of shame or the heat of emotion? The grass is also like me As soon as it can raise its head the lawnmower obsessed with flattening…

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We Wear the Mask-  Paul Laurence Dunbar

We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them…

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Liberté – Paul Éluard

– Paul Éluard Born: 14 December 1895, Saint-Denis, France Died: 18 November 1952, Charenton-le-Pont, France (The British Royal Air Force dropped copies of his poem “Liberté” into Europe as part of its anti-Nazi propaganda campaign, and other poems were broadcast clandestinely on pro-Allies radio stations.  source: poetryfoundation.org) …………………………………………… Liberté On my school notebooks On my…

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A poem / કવિતા – Jameela Nishat

A poem slumbers in my heart, at the centre of my being, and a dim mirror tries to shape it a ghazal a line a word. Day and night it pulls me toward itself, no music, no sound, even silence seems to intrude. What poem is this that sleeps in me and does not let…

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I feel the dead – મરણને અનુભવું છું

“Poetry,” she explained, “is my understanding of the universe, my way of relating to things, my participation in reality, my encounter with voices and images. This is why the poem speaks not of an ideal life but of a concrete one: the angle of a window, the resonance of streets, cities and rooms, the shadow…

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Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen ‘Death’ – A Translation

Originally posted on only coffee is real:
Sophia de Mello Poem translated by Ana Silva, original poem by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. Do read the beautiful original poem below. Commentary One of the most compelling elements of Sophia’s poetry is her belief in the power of the four primordial elements – air, fire, earth…

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Autumn Landscape – Ho Xuan Huong

Autumn Landscape Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves. Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene: the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees, the long river, sliding smooth and white. I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills. My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems. Look, and love everyone. Whoever sees this…

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I Only Wish To Love You – મારી એકમાત્ર ઈચ્છા

I Only Wish To Love You I only wish to love you A storm fills the valley A fish the river I have made you the size of my solitude The whole world to hide in Days and nights to understand To see no more in your eyes Than what I think of you And…

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I Take Back Everything I’ve Said – જતાં પહેલાં

Before I go I’m supposed to get a last wish: Generous reader burn this book It’s not at all what I wanted to say Though it was written in blood It’s not what I wanted to say. No lot could be sadder than mine I was defeated by my own shadow: My words took vengeance…

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The Joy Of Little Things – Robert William Service

Merry Christmas to all of you! What I love about Christmas is a wonderful feeling of festivities and cheer in the air, the joy of giving, the Happiness of being together. The joys of sharing, caring and celebrating little things of holiday season, gives us hope to continue, rejunuvates us for the coming New Year.…

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Poem – Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still, The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet It burns so quietly within my soul, No longer should you feel distressed by it. Silently and hopelessly I loved you, At times too jealous and at times too shy. God grant you find another who will love you…

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Poems on Anger

Poetry is a mirror to our day to day life, we all know. As a part of the ongoing 5th birthday celebration I have been sharing poems on five basic emotions we all​ feel frequently; pain, love, and joy/happiness; I have already posted in the last 15 days. Today I am sharing a poem on…

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How happy is the little Stone – સુખની કવિતા

The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. – Robert Louis Stevenson ……….. ખુશી, સુખ, આનંદ…કાંઈ કેટલાય નામ આપો, ખરીદી નથી શકાતું. આખી દુનિયા એને શોધે છે. કોઈ પદ-પ્રતિષ્ઠામાં, કોઈ ધન-સંપત્તિમાં, કોઈ યુવાનીમાં, કોઈ ધર્મ-સંપ્રદાયની પ્રવૃત્તિઓમાં, કોઈ સંતાનોની પ્રગતિમાં તો સભા-મેળાવડાઓની વાહવાહીમાં. પણ…

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Love’s Philosophy- પ્રેમની ફિલોસૉફી

દુઃખ, પીડા પછી બીજી સર્વવ્યાપી લાગણી છે… પ્રેમની. પ્રેમ જ સમગ્ર સૃષ્ટિની રચનાનો પાયો છે. સૃષ્ટિના ઉદ્ભવમાં આ અગમ્ય, અદમ્ય ખેંચાણ રહેલું છે. એકકોષી જીવથી અનેક-કોષી જીવ બનવાની ઘટનામાં પણ આ સર્જક બળ રહેલું છે. પ્રેમ કરનાર અને પામનાર બંને એક અદ્ ભૂત સર્જનનું કારણ, એક અનન્ય સર્જનના ભાગ બને છે પ્રેમમાં સંપૂર્ણ સમર્પણ કર્યા…

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I am in “now” like a hanging Dewdrop from a petal!

My dear readers, As part of ongoing celebrations on completing five years, I posted poems written by famous writers of three different languages which were read by all of you in maximum numbers. Now for the second part of celebrations, I am posting poems written by me in all three languages (Gujarati, English, Hindi). Though…

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Celebrating Five Years…

Completing my formative years here! It’s still unbelievable when I look at the number! I pinch my self, is it true? really? I want to thank you all for providing a continuous flow of views, likes, love, support, follow, comments,… making my journey a wonderful experience. Please let me know what do you think about…

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Loneliness of Cities – Jorge Carrera Andrade

Without knowing my number, enclosed by walls and borders, I walk around with a prisoner’s moon and perpetual shadow chained to my ankle. Living frontiers arise a step beyond my footsteps. There is neither north nor south, east or west, only a multiplied loneliness exists, a loneliness divided by a cipher of men. Time’s race…

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To Madame Curie – ALICE MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON

To Madame Curie Oft have I thrilled at deeds of high emprise, And yearned to venture into realms unknown, Thrice blessed she, I deemed, whom God had shown How to achieve great deeds in woman’s guise. Yet what discov’ry by expectant eyes Of foreign shores, could vision half the throne Full gained by her, whose…

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World of Clones – Nehal

Every night I sneak out Into the world, The world of clones. My body turns into a figure I barely recognize​; face doesn’t reflect mine My mouth speaks a ​different language Only my soul sees it’s twin! I almost fly And do things which I have not imagined Even in my wildest dreams. I meet…

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Living By – Ben Jonson

Walking, snow falling, it is possible to focus at various distances in turn on separate flakes, sharply engage the attention at several spatial points: the nearer cold and more uncomfortable, the farther distanced and almost pleasing. Living, time passing, it is preferable to focus the memory in turn upon the more distant retrospects in order…

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આમંત્રણ – The Invitation

તમે જીવવા માટે શું કરો છો એ જાણવામાં મને રસ નથી મારે જાણવું છે કે તમારા હૃદયમાં ઊંડી કોઈ આરત છે કે કેમ? અને એ ફળીભૂત થવાનું સ્વપ્ન જોવાની હામ છે કે નહિ. તમારી ઉંમરમાં પણ મને રસ નથી. પ્રેમ, સ્વપ્ન અને જીવંત રહેવાના સાહસ ખાતર ગાંડા દેખાવાનું જોખમ તો ખેડી શકો છો ને? મારે…

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So You Want To Be A Writer – Charles Bukowski

So You Want To Be A Writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or…

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हलकी नीली यादें – Memories Of Light Blue

हलकी नीली यादें ओ विस्मृति के पहाड़ों में निर्वासित मेरे लोगो ! ओ मेरे रत्नों और जवाहरातो ! क्यों ख़ामोशी के कीचड़ में सोए हुए हो तुम ? ओ मेरे आवाम ! गुम हो चुकी हैं तुम्हारी यादें तुम्हारी हलकी नीली, वो आसमानी यादें । हमारे दिमागों में गाद भर चुकी है और विस्मरण के…

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सितारे – Stars:​ Giuseppe Ungaretti

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 – हर गीत

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 – Victor Hugo

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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The Journey – Mary Oliver

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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I am enough for me! Nehal

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 -Mary Oliver

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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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – અનુવાદ: વિવેક મનહર ટેલર

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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Breathe Again – Ivan Donn Carswell

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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The Song Of The Barren Orange Tree – Poem by Federico García Lorca

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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Green Rain – Dorothy Livesay

‘Green Rain’  I remember long veils of green rain Feathered like the shawl of my grandmother – Green from the half-green of the spring trees Waving in the valley. I remember the road Like the one which leads to my grandmother’s house, A warm house, with green carpets, Geraniums, a trilling canary And shining horse-hair…

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

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…

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Those Bells Are Driving Me Crazy- चढ़न चरी कई

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…

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INSOMNIA – અનિદ્રા – Ashwinee Bapat

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…

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

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…

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Poems – Dunya Mikhail

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…

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न्यूयार्क में एक तितली – A Butterfly in New York – 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…

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કોરિયાની પ્રશિષ્ટ કવિતા: સિજો

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…

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A poem by Pablo Neruda

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…

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Belonging – Nehal

The wind is blowing no more The fallen leaves are resting After landing now They’re making a crunchy sound as I walk on them The naked tree is coming to terms With its bare-all look. No longer trying to hide from the nearby bench exchanging glances with the flowing creek The trail is blazing bright…

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Eternity – Sitanshu Yashaschandra

Eternity The sun habitually cajoles men with red lollipops. Day is mother’s lap–in her colourfully printed sari one hides the face and rests. The whole day we keep hiding behind things but the night. A Jewish poet of Manhattan had said in my presence once “I love you, but I don’t like you.” When I…

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I Want to Write , મારે લખવું છે- Margaret Walker

I Want to Write I want to write I want to write the songs of my people. I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark. I want to catch the last floating strains from their sob-torn throats. I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes. I want to catch…

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Canticle VI – Cecília Meireles 

Canticle VI You have a fear: End. You do not see that you end up all day. That you die in love. In sadness. In doubt. In the desire. That renews all day. In love. In sadness. In doubt. In the desire. That you are always another. That you are always the same. That you…

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Cecilia Meireles – MOTIVE પ્રયોજન

પ્રયોજન ક્ષણનું આ અસ્તિત્વ છે એથી તો હું ગીત ગાઉં છું ને આ મારી પૂર્ણ જિંદગી નહીં સુખી: નહીં દુખી. નિરામય હવા રમે છે શ્વાસ. હું કવિ મારો હોય કાવ્યમાં વાસ. પળપળ સરતા સકલની સહ મારે લોહીની સગાઈ; નહીં આનંદ: નહીં વ્યથા: નહીં કથા: નહીં તથા: નહીં કાંઈ. રાતદિવસ હું મુક્ત હવામાં મ્હાલું. નાશ પામું…

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The First Jasmines – Rabindranath Tagore

The First Jasmines Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight; Autumn sunsets have…

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आह को चाहिए इक उम्र असर होते तक – मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब

आह को चाहिए इक उम्र असर होते तक कौन जीता है तिरी ज़ुल्फ़ के सर होते तक (A prayer needs a lifetime, an answer to obtain who can live until the time that you decide to deign) दाम-ए-हर-मौज में है हल्क़ा-ए-सद-काम-ए-नहंग देखें क्या गुज़रे है क़तरे पे गुहर होते तक (snares are spread in every…

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The Art Of Poetry – કવિતાની કળા

The Art Of Poetry To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray like a river and our faces vanish like water. To feel that waking is another dream that dreams of not dreaming and that the death we fear in our bones is…

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Testament – Hayden Carruth

Testament  So often it has been displayed to us, the hourglass with its grains of sand drifting down, not as an object in our world but as a sign, a symbol, our lives drifting down grain by grain, sifting away — I’m sure everyone must see this emblem somewhere in the mind. Yet not only…

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Two Poems – Langston Hughes

Dreams Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. … … … … Helen Keller She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She, Within herself, Found loveliness,…

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The Birth Of Song – Quasimodo

The Birth Of Song (Sorgiva: luce riemersa) Arise: re-emergent light: bright burning leaves. I lie down in brimming rivers where there are islands mirrors of shadows and stars. And your celestial heights overwhelm me, that always nurture my other life with joy. I long to reclaim you, though disillusioned, adolescence with infirm limbs. Salvatore Quasimodo…

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Suddenly It’s Evening – અને અચાનક

Suddenly It’s Evening (Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra) Everyone is alone at the heart of the earth, pierced by a ray of sunshine; and suddenly it’s evening. Salvatore Quasimodo (1901-1968) source: Salvatore Quasimodo selected poems poetsofmodernity.xyz translated by A S Kline * * * * * * * * * અને અચાનક સૂર્યકિરણ-…

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નિરંજન ભગતને ભાવભીની શ્રધ્ધાંજલિ (Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher)

નિરંજન ભગતને ભાવભીની શ્રધ્ધાંજલિ લડ્યો ન, લડવા સમુંય મુજને ન કોઈ મળ્યું, સદા કુદરતે, કલારસ વિશે જ હૈયું ઢળ્યું, તપ્યો સતત તાપ, હાથ મુજ બેઉ હુંફે ભર્યા, શમ્યો, ઊપડવું, પ્રયાણ અવ પ્રાણ ઝંખે નર્યા. ડબલ્યુ. એસ. લેન્ડોર અનુવાદ નિરંજન ભગત (1926-2018) * * * * * * Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher I strove…

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Deep in the Stillness-  सन्नाटे में दूर तक

Deep in the Stillness He threw me away like a clod of earth. He didn’t know I was a thing with a soul. He didn’t know I was alive. He kept on throwing me like a clod of earth out of his way – onto that neglected path that happened to be mine. And so…

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An Eternal bond!- Nehal

When I Spoke to the Sky; My journey to love ends in you! He covered me from all over Went into hiding behind a moon, stars, rainbows, clouds,…never showed his real face! When I told the wind; I dreamt of being with you! A robust companion, I see in you. He scattered me all over…

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Sun rays – Nehal

The way Sun rays travel Through the green fog Creating Luminous pathways Admist The mountains Stream Trees And valleys My sparkling soul Chalks It’s a journey Through This universe In an enchanting Dancing, swirling Lights Twinkling Sprinkling It’s Magic Dust Of smile Love And kindness. Floating Higher Up, among clouds Reaching for the stars And…

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Ecstasy – Hayden Carruth

Ecstasy  For years it was in sex and I thought this was the most of it so brief a moment or two of transport out of oneself or in music which lasted longer and filled me with the exquisite wrenching agony of the blues and now it is equally transitory and obscure as I sit…

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कालान्तर – Then And Now

कैशोर्य के उन दिनों में मैं सुबह की ख़ुशियों से भर जाता था, पर शामों में रुदन ही रुदन था ; अब, जबकि मैं बूढ़ा हूँ हर दिन उगता है शंकाओं से आच्छन्न, तो भी इसकी सन्ध्याएँ पावन हैं, शान्त और प्रसन्न । कालान्तर / फ़्रेडरिक होल्डरलिन अमृता भारती द्वारा अनूदित …………………… Then And Now…

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An evening at the Sea- Nehal

it’s late in the evening. Stars have started to appear. waves are small and scattered. .. still chasing each other to meet ! The sea is a grey reflection of the sky above! why does grey makes us sad , fills our hearts with melancholy! I think grey is more neutral and real in this…

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Sunshine – Gulzar

Sunshine A golden sun shines on floating islands in the cosmos. The rarefied mist has slipped aside. Your face quivers in my palms. The morning cupped in my hands. A soft refulgence courses through my whole being. I have drunk in the drops of light, which had slipped from your radiant soul and suffused your…

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A Moment in Time – एक लम्हा

Life is the name given to a few moments, and In but one of those fleeting moments Two eyes meet eloquently Looking up from a cup of tea, and Enter the heart piercingly And say, Today do not speak I’ll be silent too Let’s just sit thus. Holding each other’s hand United by this gift…

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The First Kiss at Parting

The First Kiss at Parting Humid seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love’s first snowdrop, virgin kiss! Speaking silence, dumb confession, Passion’s birth, and infants’ play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of future day! Sorrowing joy, adieu’s last action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin); What words…

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On this Blissful Day..

Wind is playing piano On this lake. Shadows of the trees are black keys. Shadows of the clouds are white keys. Playing sounds of nature, Song of the season, Birds are accompanying With their continuous chirping. My soul is singing the song of Eternity Harmony Peace On this blissful day! Nehal Poetry and  Image ©…

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Amen- कुछ और नज़्में

Amen Give everything away— Ideas, breath, vision, thoughts. Peel off words from the lips, and sounds from the tongue. Wipe off the lines from the palms. Give up your ego, for you are not yourself. Take off the body beautiful from your soul. Finish your prayers, say Amen! And surrender the soul. – Gulzar (…

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I Have a Melody in my Pulse

Her poems are intense, palpable, strong sensory experiences, you are travelling with her, chasing evening shadows in the long corridors of an asylum, breathing in a sea, entering inside an abandoned church, drenched in rains! ……… ……… ………. ……. Deepti Naval is an acclaimed actress, also a painter and photographer. She enjoys trekking in the…

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નિર્વાણષટકમ – આદિ શંકરાચાર્ય, English translation by Swami Vivekanand

मनौबुद्धिय् अंहकार चितानि नहम न च श्रोत्रः जि्व्हे न च घ्रणा नेत्र न च व्योम भुमिर न तेजो न वायु चिदानन्द रुपाः शिवोहं शिवोहं I am neither the mind, nor the intellect, nor the ego, nor the mind-stuff; I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body; I am neither the senses of…

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સાવ ઓરડે એકલવાયો – – અનિલ ચાવડા

In a room in solitude In a room in solitude was painting some silence, At once a chirping sparrow came and beaked a void intense! I thought that I should paint something on canvas of the air, Like an oozing laundry should I also ooze on chair? When I was on the verge of blooming…

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MILES UPON MILES – Umashankar Joshi

MILES UPON MILES Miles and miles and miles pass through me Unmoving and still as the train rushes on. Those distant hills cut their way in, sinking In joy. Rivers flow in my veins, and behind My wide eyes entire lakes dip and drown. Fields flutter; their tremor brushes my limbs. Houses spread out through…

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About Poems – Michael Augustin

About Poems Poems are not written, poems happen. Poems were there before there were poets. Poems are scratched window panes. Poems are decomposable and therefore must not under any circumstance be burnt. Poems are open around the clock (even the hermetic ones). Poems from foreign countries do not require a visa. A good translator will…

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A Psalm of Life

Today is my father’s birthday and he would have been in his 80s if he had lived longer. It’s never enough to say I miss him everyday. He was the one, who introduced me to the beauty of the English Poetry and Literary Criticism, Shakespeare,Homer and Milton, Gibran, Whitman, Robert Frost, Wordsworth, Shelly, Keats and…

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Holidays – H W Longfellow

The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;— The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that out of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each…

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