I am not the only one to feel the pangs of separation. The village pond waits for the return of lilies and the river bed for the black clouds. Is the short night the only solace? Even for the leaves of the gulmohour? It expands beyond the stars as I toss and turn and … Continue reading the summer of separation
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TABEBUIA
Once in a year it is in the mood to sing with Sinatra ‘Half a love never appealed to me'. At other times it sits behind and hears others sing. Look, there are no leaves It is only flowers and flowers. For the sake of art Van Gogh for days ditches mind and food. Do … Continue reading TABEBUIA
How I met my books
The Little Clay Cart Some of the interesting books I have read are associated with their own interesting stories about how I came across the books or, in what circumstances I read the books. While helping my father-in-law arranging his home library a couple of years back I came across an Odia version of the … Continue reading How I met my books
Amarnath yatra : down memory lane (Part-3)
Amarnath Yatra : down memory lane (Part-1) This year, the form has become formless. But the priest insists we bow. After a glimpse of the void we retrace our path back to the tenth ox. The story of the tenth ox is like this. Some Japanese Buddhist traditions use a series of ten pictures … Continue reading Amarnath yatra : down memory lane (Part-3)
kahaniyon ko leke hi to ladte hai hum
कहानियों को लेके ही लड़ते हम कहानियां धर्म के नाम पर जाति के नाम पर देश के नाम पर भगवान के नाम पर कहानियों को लेके ही बनते हैं स्वर्ग और नर्क कहानियां इसलिए बनाते हैं ताकि हम लड़ सकें लड़ा सके बस एक ही शौक है हमें लड़ने का और लड़ाने का … Continue reading kahaniyon ko leke hi to ladte hai hum
speak, so that we understand your silence
Long long agohalf a millennia before Jesus was borna prince went away far from the madding crowdto find answers to the questions that would not let him sleepthat would not let him live or die. After six years of travelling and searchingone day he gave up his efforts and felldeep into silence.He became one with the … Continue reading speak, so that we understand your silence
In search of the Missing Father
Robert Bly - Poet, Essayist, and Activist Modern civilization is more cruel to men than women - not from a misogynistic point of view. This is a recurring theme of the poetry of Robert Bly who is also an activist and a therapist. In the days of yore when there was no formal schooling, knowledge … Continue reading In search of the Missing Father
sweet absence
It would be good to end the poetry writing month at least with one poem. I don't hail from any native Hindi Speaking region. Apart from learning the Hindi Alphabets sometime in Class VI, Bollywood has been my Hindi Pathsaala. This is my attempt at translating one of my poems into Hindi. This poem originally … Continue reading sweet absence
Haldhar Nag : Ordinary Villager – Extraordinary Poet
To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild FlowerHold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour The above lines of William Blake could be used to describe one of the functions of poetry as well. The poet makes us see the world in a grain … Continue reading Haldhar Nag : Ordinary Villager – Extraordinary Poet
pass me the pillow
In this month of poetry something is better than nothing. Scribbled this one the other day in response to the prompt given by the yourquote app.
