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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એક જ ધરા ઉપર ઘણા ધર્મો શા કારણે? જ્યારે મનુષ્યો છે બધા એકસરખા આપણે. *** રહસ્યોના પડદાઓ ફાડી તો જો ખુદા છે કે નહીં હાક મારી તો જો *** ન અડકી પણ શકાયે કે ન છીપે પ્યાસ પ્યાસાની રે! આ તે ઝાંઝવા છે કે જનાજો છે સમંદરનો? *** કયામતમાં તને રસ છે, અને મુજને છે…
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काश ऐसा होता कि ईश्वर मेरे बिस्तर के पास रखे पानी भरे गिलास के अन्दर से बैंगनी प्रकाश पुंज-सा अचानक प्रकट हो जाता… काश ऐसा होता कि ईश्वर शाम की अजान बन कर हमारे ललाट से दिन भर की थकान पोंछ देता… काश ऐसा होता कि ईश्वर आसूँ की एक बूंद बन जाता जिसके लुढ़कने…
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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 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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RIVERS This mutilated tree gives Me support, left in this pot-hole It has the bitterness of a circus Before or after the show. I watch The quiet passage of Clouds over the moon. This morning I stretched Myself in an urn of water, Like a relic, and rested. The Isonzo scoured Me like One of…
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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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