“In Other Words”… Hello, my readers, I was reading ‘In other words’ by Jhumpa Lahiri, one of my favorite writers. I wish I could read it in Italian but I read the English translation, and the feeling was indescribable! At many places, it felt as if I was reading my own diary! There is no…
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Literature is a mirror to the world we live in. Our mundane routines, our struggles, our dreams and aspirations, our stories of hope and triumph are spread across the pages of literature.When we celebrate literature we are celebrating us, we are embracing ourselves with all our imperfections! – Nehal Hello Readers, It’s a great pleasure…
Read MoreGranted 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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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…
Read Moreકવિતાનો બ્લોગ શા માટે? કવિતા વાંચવાનો સમય કોને છે? વ્હોટ્સપ પર ફરતા જોડકણાઓની જ્યાં વાહ-વાહ અને પ્રસાર થતો હોય ત્યારે આ બ્લૉગ કોણ વાંચશે? પણ આજે બે વર્ષ પૂરા કરી આ બ્લૉગ ત્રીજા વર્ષમાં પ્રવેશી રહ્યો છે ત્યારે મારી ખુશી અને આભારની લાગણી આપ સૌ સાથે વહેંચતા કવિતાના ચિરંતન અસ્તિત્વનો ઉત્સવ ઉજવી રહી છું.…
Read MoreA 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…
Read MoreHave you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much? Have you practiced so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall posses the good…
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