Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. — Rabindranath Tagore
‘Let me light my lamp,’ say the star, ‘and never debate if it will help to remove the darkness.’ Before the end of my journey may I reach within myself the one which is the all, leaving the outer shell to float away with the drifting multitude upon the current of chance and change. —… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart’s desire and must for ever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?” ― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her… Continue reading Salman Rushdie
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. — Rabindranath Tagore, from “Brink of Eternity,” Gitanjali: Song Offerings. (Digireads.com January 1, 2005) Originally published 1910.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek. ― Rabindranath Tagore, from “15,” The Gardener. (BookSurge Classics May 1,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore