#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
That I want thee, only thee——let… All desires that distract me, day… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its g… even thus in the depth of my uncon…
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...
I asked nothing, only stood at the… Languor was still upon the eyes of… The lazy smell of the damp grass h… Under the banyan tree you were mil… And I was standing still.
Ah, who was it coloured that littl… your sweet limbs with that little… You have come out in the morning t… tottering and tumbling as you run. But who was it coloured that littl…
“Come and hire me,” I cried, whil… Sword in hand, the King came in h… He held my hand and said, “I will… But his power counted for nought,… In the heat of the midday the hous…
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep… He it is who puts his enchantment… and joyfully plays on the chords o… in varied cadence of pleasure and…
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…
She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...
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…
Free me from the bonds of your swe… This mist of heavy incense stifles… Open the doors, make room for the… I am lost in you, wrapped in the f… Free me from your spells, and give…
In the dusky path of a dream I we… Her house stood at the end of a de… In the evening breeze her pet peac… She set her lamp down by the porta… She raised her large eyes to my fa…
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;
Who stole sleep from baby’s eyes?… Clasping her pitcher to her waist… from the village near by. It was noon. The children’s playt… the pond were silent.
The night is black and the forest… a million people thread it in a mi… We have trysts to keep in the dark… or with whom– of that we are unawa… But we have this faith– that a lif…
You walked by the riverside path w… Why did you swiftly turn your face… That gleaming look from the dark c… It came to me like the bird of the… You are hidden as a star behind th…