#Indians #IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When the gong sounds ten in the morning… lane. Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Ba… bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on, there…
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and… Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecti…
You walked by the riverside path with th… Why did you swiftly turn your face and p… That gleaming look from the dark came up… It came to me like the bird of the eveni… You are hidden as a star behind the hill…
When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of thi… that expands on the ocean of light,
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...
One morning in the flower garden a blind… I put it round my neck, and tears came t… I kissed her and said, “You are blind e… You yourself know not how beautiful is y…
Where the mind is without fear and the h… Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up i… domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of t…
#FreeVerse
It is only the revelation of You as the… that is endlessly new and eternally beau… and that gives the only meaning to our s… we feel Your rhythmic throb as soul-life… world in our own souls; then are we free…
The butterfly counts not months but mome… and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mer… Let your life lightly dance on the edges…
One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved. Came, to give to my songs, melodies, To give to my dreams, sweetness.
I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with r… Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behind push…
When I bring to you colored toys, my ch… I understand why there is such a play of… and why flowers are painted in tints ——when I give colored toys to you, my ch… When I sing to make you dance
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes—does… it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it… in the fairy village among shadows of th… glow—worms, there hang two shy buds of e… comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy lo… O beloved of my heart——this golden light… these idle clouds sailing across the sky… this passing breeze leaving its coolness… The morning light has flooded my eyes——t…
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and se… But ah, my evil fortune, time is short. Youth wanes year after year; the spring… Should I neglect all this to gaze after…