#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
I long to speak the deepest words… That is why I laugh at myself and… I make light of my pain, afraid yo… I long to tell you the truest word… That is why I disguise them in un…
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light twinkling in the dark. he voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless g…
Thou hast made me known to friends… Thou hast given me seats in homes… Thou hast brought the distant near… I am uneasy at heart when I have… I forget that there abides the old…
The road is my wedded companion.… day, she sings to my dreams all ni… My meeting with her had no beginni… each daybreak, renewing its summer… her every new kiss is the first ki…
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my… whereby I may feel thee on every s… and come to thee in everything,
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinners. Spring winds to-day are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust and dead leaves away, For we have made truce with death for once, and only for...
Hands cling to hands and eyes ling… It is the moonlit night of March;… This love between you and me is si… Your veil of the saffron colour ma… The jasmine wreath that you wove m…
Take back your coins, King’s Coun… sent to the forest shrine to decoy… seen a women. I failed in your bid… Dimly day was breaking when the he… the stream, his tawny locks crowde…
He whispered, “My love, raise you… I sharply chid him, and said “Go!… He stood before me and held both m… He brought his face near my ear.… His lips touched my cheek. I tre…
O mad, superbly drunk; If you kick open your doors and pl… If you empty your bag in a night,… If you walk in curious paths and p… Reck not rhyme or reason;
When she passed by me with quick s… From the unknown island of a heart… A flutter of a flitting touch brus… It fell upon my heart like a sigh…
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teemin… I sit on the river bank, sad and a… The sheaves lie gathered, harvest… The river is swollen and fierce in… As we cut the paddy it started to…
Pluck this little flower and take… droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garl… pain from thy hand and pluck it. I… aware, and the time of offering go…
Come as you are; do not loiter ove… If your braided hair has loosened,… Come as you are; do not loiter ove… Come, with quick steps over the gr… If the raddle come from your feet…
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of… There is the lamp but never a flic… Ah, death were better by far for t… Misery knocks at thy door,