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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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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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…
Read MoreDo 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…
Read Moreदिल के काबे में नमाज़ पढ़ दिल के काबे में नमाज़ पढ़, यहां-वहां भरमाना छोड़। सांस-सांस तेरी अज़ान है, सुबह शाम चिल्लाना छोड़। उसका रुप न मस्जिद में है उसकी ज्योति न मंदिर में जिस मोती को ढूंढ़ रहा तू, वो है दिल के समुन्दर में। मन की माला फेर, हाथ की यह तस्वीह घुमाना…
Read MoreAnna was only four years old when Fynn found her on London’s fog-shrouded docks. He took her back to his mother’s home, and from that first moment, their times together were filled with delight and discovery. Anna had an astonishing ability to ask– and to answer–life’s largest questions. Her total openness and honesty amazed all…
Read Moreનવા વર્ષની શુભેચ્છાઓ! આજે જે પત્ર રજૂ કરું છું એ પત્રવ્યવહાર શરૂ થયા પછીનો પહેલો કે બીજો જ પત્ર હશે. એઓના પુસ્તકો, જીવનકથા વાંચીને મને ઉદ્ભવેલા કેટલાક પ્રશ્રોનો જવાબ અહીં આપવામાં આવ્યો છે. વાત તો સાવ ટૂંકી ને ટચ જ છે પણ સમગ્ર જીવન જીવવાની ફિલોસોફીનો નિચોડ અહીં છે અને નવા વર્ષે આનાથી સારું મનન-ચિંતનનું…
Read Moreमराठी गज़ल तुझ्या समोर मला गझल गायचा आहे, गिळून घोट कडू, चंद्र घायचा आहे. विकून दर्द ईथे दाद ध्यायची असते, बुडून खोल मला शोध ध्यायचा आहे. हरेक शब्द ईथे घालितो गळ्यात गळा, अनोळखी तरिही गाव व्हायचा आहे. मिठीत कैद मला तू जरी किती केले, अजून भेटीचा दिवस यायचा आहे. मनात पाउस हा वाट पाहतो आहे,…
Read MoreThe 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…
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…
Read Moreઅંતરની શાહી ઉલેચી અંતરપટ પર લખું કાગળ હરિવર, અક્ષર ઉજળા કરી વાંચજો. ઝળહળ જવાબ દેજો. -નેહલ
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