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 : कैफ़ी आज़मी

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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Do you hear it? – Kisan Sosa

Do you hear it? In a drop, the rain sings in chorus, do you hear it? In the seed, lush green crop waves, do you hear it? On the open road ants have come out in a row Listening to the footfall , the walls are fissured, do you hear it? In a busy workshop…

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An encounter with the summer sun!- Nehal

Heading home After a day’s work Sweat on my forehead Thirst burning my throat Summer Sun, heating pad on my back Soothing my aches and pains Casting a shadow of me On the road In front of me Making me tall Shortening my journey home A cool breeze passing by I’m thinking of home. Nehal…

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Rumi (3)

Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less Unbound by name and fame he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself. ………….. When compassion fills my heart, free from all desire, I sit quietly like the earth. My silent cry echoes like thunder throughout the universe. ………………

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अमीर खुसरो – Amir Khusrau(1253-1325)

આ અદ્ભુત રચના પસંદ કરવાનો હેતુ એમાં થયેલો સૂફી પરંપરા, ભક્તિ માર્ગ અને અદ્વૈતનો સુભગ સંગમ છે. પરમ તત્ત્વ અહીં રંગરેજ છે, પ્રિયતમ છે, સંત નિઝામ્મુદ્દીન નું રુપ લઈને પ્રસ્તુત છે. અહીં આત્માની ચૂંદડીને પરમ તત્ત્વના રંગે રંગવાની વાત છે. આત્માને અહીં પ્રિયતમા તરીકે નિરૂપીને પ્રેમમાર્ગની ટોચનો અનુભવ કરાવવામાં આવ્યો છે. એ પરમ તત્ત્વને મળવા,…

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Woman – Kaifi Azmi

Woman Rise, my love!You have to walk along with me Sparks of rebellion are astir in the air, todayBoth time and life have but one resolve, todayKnocks swirl around in delicate decanters, todayLove and beauty have one voice, todayIn the fire I burn you too must burn with me Rise my love! You have to…

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कबीर बानी-Poems of Kabir

मुरली बजत अखंड सदा से, तहाँ प्रेम झनकारा है। प्रेम-हद तजी जब भाई, सत लोक की हद पुनि आई। उठत सुगंध महा अधिकाई, जाको वार न पारा है। कोटि भान राग को रूपा, बीन सत-धुन बजै अनूपा ।। यह मुरली सदा से निरंतर बज रही है, और प्रेम इसकी ध्वनी है। जब मनुष्य प्रेम की…

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By the Sea -Nehal

Its morning the sea in front of me roaring; keeps rushing to the shore. like a child; restless and energetic! Now in the afternoon it starts to calm down, now a tired child; getting quiet on its own! And finally in the evening it starts receding back again like a child hiding away; head down…

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A drifting Log – Nehal

  Life Like a drifting log Flows forward, downstream Rocks and stones on the shore Push it, detour it, force it to pause Make it whirl and dance in the Gushing currents! Why call it a journey! Why contemplate destination! Many such drifting logs Flow along the way Clashing, chasing, parting away Carrying The baggage…

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Coole Park, 1929-W.B.Yeats

Coole Park, 1929 I meditate upon a swallow’s flight, Upon an aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature’s spite For scholars and for poets after us, Thoughts long knitted into a single thought, A dance-like glory that those…

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Does it exist, though, Time the destroyer?

Does it exist, though, Time the destroyer? When will it scatter the tower on the resting hill? This heart, the eternal gods’ eternal enjoyer, when shall the Demiurge ravish and spill? Are we really such tremblingly breakable things as Destiny tries to pretend? Does childhood’s promise, deep, unmistakable, down in the roots, then, later, end?…

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The Windows – C V Cavafy

The Windows In these dark rooms my days are burdensome; and restlessly I wander to and fro seeking the windows. — For relief will come if one of them wide open I should throw. — But none is to be found, or I explore incapably. And, haply, better so. Perhaps the light will be one…

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Pablo Neruda

Granted one poet’s experience with manual metaphysics doesn’t make a poetics; but I’ve pared my nails to the quick to temper my craft and these shabby prescriptions I learned for myself, at first hand, If you find them uncouth for a poet’s vocation, I agree – no apologies needed! I smile toward the future and…

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મિત્રો – Friends – નેહલ

મિત્રો આપણે બધાં રંગબેરંગી થીંગડા જેવા જિંદગી ના પહેરણ પર બનાવીએ રંગીન આવરણ ભૂખરા વાસ્તવ ને ઢાંકતું ઉકલી ગયેલા ટાંકાઓ પર ચીપકાવીએ રૂપાળા સ્મિત રોજિંદા સળ ને હટાવવા ઉષ્માભરી આંખોની ફેરવીએ ઈસ્ત્રી શુભેચ્છાઓ નું અત્તર છાંટી ઉગાડીએ નવો દિવસ જૂની સંદુકમાંથી સાચવી ને કાઢેલો સાંજ પડે પાછો જાળવી ને મૂકી દેવા આ, તે કે પેલી…

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A Poem – Juan Ramon Jimenez

  you are all in yourself, sea and yet How much of you is not you, how lonely, And forever far from yourself! Open in a thousand wounds, each instant, Like my forehead, Like my thoughts your waves come and go, And come and go, Kissing withdrawing, sea, In an eternal friendship, And estrangement You…

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Piano -Nehal

  When you play the piano….. Raindrops dance on the water Flowers glide gently in the air The autumn leaves waltz The evenings become brighter The breeze flows fragrant My mind Bathes in your melody washes away all marks of the day Shines fresher again Sorted and calm as ever My heart Fills with beauty…

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(આભાસી મૃત્યુનું ગીત) – રાવજી પટેલ

This one is my favourite poem, by one of my favourite poet Late Shri Ravji Patel. I was searching for its english translation, which I found on Layastaro.com. Here poet describes his impending meeting with death as if a bridegroom waiting to be taken to husband’s place! Its about that bitter-sweet moment! મૃત્યુને પ્રિયતમા રુપે…

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Persephone

Persephone Mother, the life you value’s A skeleton hung with bunting. A saxophone brash Blares out Duty! Duty! Duty! Stuck on its one high note. Mother, your world is trash! Why can’t you let me be? Dreams are mushrooming Down in my charcoal chamber, Under my muffled skies. Mother, I like my colourful life, Away…

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Life is a wayside flower

Originally posted on Jemverse:
Saw a little wayside flower growing right there in the street Finding just enough moisture to prosper down there at my feet It seemed like a really fine testament to all that life truly means For there’s always beauty to be found Where and whenever it seems So here’s to wayside…

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Birches

He became the most loved poet in America and won four times Pulitzer prize; long time before that…… Robert Frost lost his father at the age of 11, and after that he went through many hardships during his childhood. He started writing poetry at the age of sixteen and though his first poem was published…

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Solitude

Alexander Pope ( 1688-1744) was born in London and became severely ill at the age of twelve so that his health was ruined and his body was deformed. He educated himself and at the age of sixteen published his first poems, Pastorals. He wrote much poetry and prose, but is famous for his satires. ..…

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મીરાં – Meera

હાં રે હરિ વસે હરિજનમાં, તમે શું કરશો રે જઈ વનમાં રે. હાં રે.. ભેખ ધરીને તમે શીદ ભટકો છો પ્રભુજી નથી વનરાવનમાં રે. હાં રે.. કાશી જાઓ ને તમે ગંગાજી નાહો, પ્રભુજી નથી પવનમાં રે. હાં રે.. જોગ કરો ને ભલે જગન કરાવો, પ્રભુજી નથી હોમહવનમાં રે. હાં રે.. બાઈ મીરાં કહે પ્રભુ ગિરધર…

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Prospice – Robert Browning

Fear death? _ to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch fear in a visible form, Yet the…

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Neglected Poems – Gulzar

A Poem Perched On a Moment A poem perched on a moment Imprisoned in a butterfly net Then its wings cut off To keep it pinned in an album: If this is not injustice, what is? Entangled in the paper the moments are mummified Only the colours of the poem remain on my fingertips! _…

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ग़ज़ल – Ghazal – कैफ़ी आज़मी

ग़ज़ल मैं ढूँढता हूँ जिसे वह जहाँ नहीं मिलता नयी ज़मीन नया आसमाँ नहीं मिलता नयी ज़मीन नया आसमाँ भी मिल जाये नये बशर का कहीं कुछ निशाँ नहीं मिलता वह तेग़ मिल गयी जिससे हुआ है क़त्ल मेरा किसी के हाथ का उस पर निशाँ नहीं मिलता वह मेरा गाँव है वो मेरे गाँव…

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Haiku – Mexican Poetry

Jose Juan Tablada ( 1871- 1945) A poet, art critic and journalist, Tablada was one of the most fertile and questioning minds of his generation. A forerunner of modern poetry, he introduced the haiku into the Spanish language. – From Mexican Poetry An Anthology Compiled by Octavio Paz Translated by Samuel Beckett *. *. *.…

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Melody called life – Nehal

If it’s raining tears Learn to get wet And let it dry with your breath! If heartache playing an accordion in your chest, learn to dance to it’s tune And heal it with the rhythm of your steps . -Nehal

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Chinese Poems – Du Fu [ Tu Fu ]

    Moonlit Night In Fuzhou, far away, my wife is watching The moon alone tonight, and my thoughts fill With sadness for my children, who can’t think Of me here in Changan; they’re too young still Her cloud-soft hair is moist with fragrant mist. In the clear light her white arms sense the chill.…

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WALT WHITMAN(3) – મકરંદ દવે

SONG OF MYSELF – WALT WHITMAN A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?…..I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess…

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The Aegean [ Egeo]

The Aegean This music has lasted since the world began. A rock was born among the waters While tiny waves chatted in a soft universal tongue. The shell of a sea-turtle Would not have foretold the guitar. Your music has always risen to the sky. Green taproot. Mother Sea. First of all firsts. You enfold…

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Chinese Poems – Li Bai

Listening to a Monk from Shu Playing the Lute The monk from Shu with his green lute-case walked Westward down Emei Shan, and at the sound Of the first notes he strummed for me I heard A thousand valleys’ rustling pines resound. My heart was cleansed, as if in flowing water. In bells of frost…

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Chinese Poems- Wang Wei

  Wang Wei, was a poet during Tang Dynasty, period of great cultural glory in Chinese history. He was an accomplished musician, artist, calligrapher and poet, who wrote the classic ‘ Ballad of the Peach Tree Spring’ at seventeen. Su Dongpo, a later poet, said ‘ there was poetry in his painting and painting in…

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Emily Dickinson – Selected Poems (3)

  [Emily Dickinson’s House, now a Museum] The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air. No bone had he to bind him, His…

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My Treasure -Nehal

I save your music for my rainy-day songs; Save your sunshine for my petals and thorns; Save your clouds for my deserts and storms; Save your smile for the candles that light up the dark corners of my soul; Save your strings of waves to lace up my mundane days that drag along; Save your…

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Emily Dickinson – Selected Poems (2)

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,- Prodigal blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover’s words. . . . . . . . . . . I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The Stars about…

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चांद और सितारे – इकबाल – The Moon and The Stars

चांद और सितारे डरते-डरते दमे-सहर से तारे कह्ने लगे क़मर से नज़ारे रहे वही फ़लक पर हम थक भी गये चमक-चमक कर काम अपना है सुबह-ओ-शाम चलना चलना, चलना, मुदाम चलना बेताब है इस जहां की हर शै कहते है जिसे सकूं, नहीं है होगा कभी ख़त्म यह सफ़र क्या मंज़िल कभी आयेगी नज़र क्या?…

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Free

Free Born free to be caught and fashioned and shaped and freed to wander within a caged dream of tears From  New Poems on the Underground Edited by Gerard Benson, Judith  Chernaik, Cicely Herbert. Merle Collins (born 1950 in Aruba) is a Grenadian poet and short story writer. Her first collection of poetry, Because the…

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Woman Work – Maya Angelou Poems

Woman Work I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry Then baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I’ve got the shirts to press The tots to dress The cane to be cut I gotta…

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Sweetness,always(Dulce siempre)

Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday, must poems be dressed up in gold, in old and fearful stone? I want verses of felt or feather which scarcely weigh, mild verses with the intimacy of beds where people have loved and dreamed. I want poems stained by hands…

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I wandered lonely as a cloud- William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at ones I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending…

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The Essential Haiku – Basho

Deep autumn- my neighbour, how does he live, I wonder? -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Autumn moonlight- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. *-*-*-*-*-*-*- First day of spring- I keep thinking about the end of autumn. :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: Spring! a nameless hill in the haze. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- The oak tree not interested in cherry blossoms -*-*-*-*-*-*-* Harvest moon- walking around…

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Variations On The Word Love – Poem by Margaret Atwood (અનુવાદ- નીતા રામૈયા )

Variations On The Word Love  This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty…

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Robert Burns- The Scottish Bard

To a Moutain Daisy, On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r. Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r. Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet. The bonie lark,…

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THE SELECTED POETRY OF AMIR KHUSRAU

Ghazal 1002: bidan dilfaribi ki giti namayad The wise ought not to set their hearts on the seductiveness the world displys. Why fall in love with the phantasms of this world? The mirror shows the face to be a borrowed thing. Don’t think the knots on your brow are firm and strong.Fate takes note of…

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“My way is in the sand flowing” – Samuel Beckett

Poems in French, 1947-1949 my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to its end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholds and…

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The Essential Rumi

A Thirsty Fish I don’t get tired of you. Don’t grow weary of being compassionate toward me! All this thirst equipment must surely be tired of me, the waterjar, the water carrier. I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it’s thirsty for! Show me the way to the…

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A tribute – Nehal

There was no ‘Noah’s Arc ‘; Nor was a ‘kurmavtaar ‘for him. It was the shore that sank the boundless sea!! -Nehal – – – – –  : : : : : : : : – – – – ના હતું ત્યાં નૂહ નું જહાજ, ના આવ્યો કોઈ ‘કુર્માવતાર ‘ કાંઠાની નિષ્ઠુરતા એ ઉછળતા કૂદતા…

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Clouds- Rainer Maria Rilke

    These laborers of rain, these heavy clouds, see how evening takes them on celestial vacations; a delirium of uselessness has gripped them, and their vacationing edges dare transparencies. They nonchalantly imitate mountains and islands and propose luminous caps to the shipwrecks of sight. And later, in front of the moon, how many of…

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A certain weariness [Cierto cansancio]- Pablo Neruda

A certain weariness I don’t want to be tired alone, I want you to grow tired along with me. How can we not be weary of the kind of fine ash which falls on cities in autumn, something which doesn’t quite burn, which collects in jackets and little by little settles, discolouring the heart. I’m…

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Age of unrest – Nehal

Are we all puppets?? Dancing to the “feel good ” tune. Or we live in a trans!? Or we live in a Utopia, fed to our minds like a dream?? “All is well’ is the hypnotizing pendulum moving in front of our eyes holding us in its control. Ah, have we already arrived?? Are we…

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Anna Akhmatova – Selected Poems

In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Give me your hand, Promise me you will come again. You and I are like high Mountains and we can’t move closer. Just send me word At midnight sometimes through the stars. So again we triumph! Again we do not come! Our…

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ज़िंदगी – मोहम्मद इक़बाल

बरतर अज़ अंदेशा-ए-सूदो-ज़ियां है ज़िंदगी है कभी जां और कभी तस्लीमे-जां है ज़िंदगी । तू इसे पैमाना-ए-इमरोज़ो-फ़रदा से न नाप जावदां, पैहम रवां, हर दम जवां है ज़िंदगी । अपनी दुनिया आप पैदा कर अगर ज़िंदों में है सिर्रे-आदम है ज़मीरे-कुल फ़का है ज़िंदगी । ज़िंदगानी की हक़ीक़त कोहकन के दिल से पूछ जूए-शीरो-तेशा-व-संगे-गरा है…

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Breathing, invisible poem!

From SONNETS TO ORPHEUS Translated by J. B. Leishman Breathing, invisible poem! That great world-space, at each inhalation exchanged for this human existence. Counter-weight of my rhythmical realization. Single wavelet, whose slowly gathering sea am I; you, of all possible seas most frugal and lowly,- space laid-by. Of all these places in space, how many…

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The Vagabond —– નિરૂદ્દેશે

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the by-way nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There’s the life for a man like me, There’s the life for ever. Let the blow fall soon…

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Illuminated Bubble – Nehal

Today when I was walking alone Down the road on a shady lane My two -three shadows started following Faster than I could walk To avoid them I formed a bubble Around me and flew to the sky. Saw the moon up there I punched out the moon Made thousand small moons in my sky…

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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam -11th century

Omar, following his father’s trade of tent-making he graduated to science and mathematics, and in his days he was far better known as a mathematician and astronomer than as a poet. He wrote a standard work on algebra; he revised the astronomical tables; he prompted the Persian Sultan Malik-Shah to make a drastic reform of…

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FIREFLIES–Rabindranath Tagore

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom. —- —- —- — — —- —- —- Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night. * * * * * * * * * April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away…

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RILKE POEMS

From French poems : translated by A.Poulin, JR A beautiful butterfly near the earth is displaying the illuminations of its flying book to an attentive nature. Another closes on the border of the flower that we breath; this is not the time to read. And still so many others, fragile blues scattered, floating and fluttering…

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LIVE UPDATE : An Anthology of recent Marathi Poetry

Instructions during Mountain climbing As we have to carry our own load Only take essential things. Come on, keep walking. The path in front of us is narrow and steep So tie each other with a rope Climb slowly. Water is precious [And it is definitely precious] Use it very carefully. When the path is…

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To the foot from its child [ Al pie desde su niño ] –Pablo Neruda

The child’s foot is not yet aware it’s a foot, and would like to be a butterfly or an apple. But in time, stones and bits of glass, streets, ladders, and the paths in the rough earth go on teaching the foot that it cannot fly, cannot be a fruit bulging on the branch. Then,…

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Rumi – Whispers of the beloved

Are you searching for your soul? Then come out of your prison. Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the ocean. Absorbed in this world you’ve made it your burden. Rise above this world. There is another vision… ——————– Imitating others, I failed to find myself. I looked inside and discovered I…

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Poems by KABIR [1440-1518]

  My friends, today I want to share works of my favorite poet Kabir. The unique thing about this post is the original Hindi verses are explained by renowned writer Ali Sardar Jafrisahab and English translation is by Shri Rabindranath Tagore, indeed best of both “words”!   मन, तू पार उतर कहाँ जैहौ । आगे…

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The worst danger. ..-

Dear friends,  I found this poem in my collection and don’t know the writer. ..please feel free to share if you know the name. -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: Labour’s exploitation is not the worst danger; Police beating is not the worst danger; Greed and betrayal of trust are not the worst dangers, …….The worst danger is to be…

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Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where The Mind Is Without Fear Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the…

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MAYA ANGELOU-POEMS: Caged Bird

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his…

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Breathing out a poem,…I live. – Nehal

મારે ના તો આ કે તે છંદ માં વહેવું મારે ક્યાં આ કે તે પ્રાસ માં ઢળવું કવિતા તો છે ઉચ્છવાસ મારા.. લાવ ને થોડી શ્વાસોની જગ્યા કરું.    +:+:+:+:+:+:                             =*=*=*=*=* Wanna write an abstract poetry. . Lookin for a perfect mould To pour my absurdity. ….       +:+:+:+:+:+:+:+                           =*=*=*=*=* -Nehal

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by Rabindranath Tagore

Those who in the name of faith embrace illusion, kill and are killed Even the atheist gets God’s blessings- Does not boast of his religion; With reverence he lights the lamp of reason And pays his homage not to scriptures, But to the good in man. The bigot insults his own religion When he slays…

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Dew drops! નેહલ

મને ફોરાંથી વિંધાયાની વેદના . -:-:-:- I am in “now” like a hanging Dewdrop from a petal ! -:-:-:-:-: અમે    તો   વરાળનાં    પગલાં    તડકાની    ફર્શ   પર. અમે   તો     સુગંધનાં    ટીપાં     પવનની     તરસ    પર. – નેહલ

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In a Swirl… – Nehal

Turning around at every corner Avoiding all the sharp edges My Life is in a whirl Sucking me deep down with it Now I don’t know Is everything around me moving with me in a smooth, uniform motion or Everything standing still??! Nehal

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Growing Time: A new poem – Nehal

Hanging wind-chimes  of my, leftover dreams; half-written  poems; untold stories. Decorating my windows of desires, with their strange yet beautiful sounds. Sometimes time grows into unheard melodies. –Nehal

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