#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
The time that my journey takes is… I came out on the chariot of the f… voyage through the wildernesses of… It is the most distant course that… and that training is the most intr…
I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
Leave this chanting and singing an… Whom dost thou worship in this lon… Open thine eyes and see thy God i… He is there where the tiller is ti… and where the pathmaker is breakin…
If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thi… even as thou hast wrapt the earth…
There is a looker—on who sits behi… things in ages and worlds beyond m… forgotten sights glisten on the gr… has seen under new veils the face… hours of many a nameless star. The…
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silenc… Man is immortal; therefore he must… For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changin…
I thought that my voyage had come… at the last limit of my power,—tha… that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter… But I find that thy will knows no…
Where do you hurry with your baske… They all have come home with their… The echoes of the voices calling f… Where do you hurry with your baske… Sleep has laid her fingers upon th…
Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloa...
In one salutation to thee, my God… let all my senses spread out and t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed… let all my mind bend down at thy d…
On many an idle day have I grieve… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my… Hidden in the heart of things thou… buds into blossoms, and ripening f…
“Where have I come from, where di… its mother. She answered, half crying, half la… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as it…
I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the t… When the day waned and it darkened… More flowers will come to you with… But my time for flower-gathering i…
The fair was on before the temple.… Brighter than all the gladness of… The shrill joy of that whistle flo… An endless throng of people came a… Greater than all the troubles of t…
I was walking by the road, I do n… The prone shadows with their out-s… The koels were weary of their song… I was walking by the road, I do n… The hut by the side of the water i…