#IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
At midnight the would-be ascetic a… “This is the time to give up my ho… God whispered, “I,” but the ears… With a baby asleep at her breast l… The man said, “Who are ye that ha…
If people came to know where my ki… into the air. The walls are of white silver and… The queen lives in a palace with s… wears a jewel that cost all the we…
When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpass… I have tasted of the hidden honey… that expands on the ocean of light…
The same stream of life that runs… runs through the world and dances… It is the same life that shoots in… in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves o…
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...
Are you a mere picture, and not as… this dust? They throb with the pul… immensely aloof in your stillness,… The day was when you walked with m… limbs singing of life. My world fo…
It is written in the book that Ma… noisy world, to go to the forest s… that the forest hermitage is only… birthplace of flowers and the haun… hooks are waiting there for the th…
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…
The morning sea of silence broke i… and the flowers were all merry by… and the wealth of gold was scatter… while we busily went on our way an… We sang no glad songs nor played;
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darknes… The lamps are bright in our balcon… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?
This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the ways… where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of… Messengers, with tidings from unkn…
O thou the last fulfilment of life… Death, my death, come and whisper… Day after day I have kept watch f… for thee have I borne the joys and… All that I am, that I have, that…
In the world’s audience hall, the… Thus my songs share their seats in… But, you man of riches, your wealt… The blessing of all-embracing sky… And when death appears, it pales a…
Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
I wish I could take a quiet corne… own world. I know it has stars that talk to h… down to his face to amuse him with… Those who make believe to be dumb,…