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Rabindranath Tagore

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 the joy of… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore

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Shivani Mehta

You unzip my dress, a curve from the side of my left breast to the top of my hip. My body is a column of butterflies. One by one, roused by the light and cool air, they wake from sleep. One by one they open their wings, responding to some deep internal pressure, the instinct… Continue reading Shivani Mehta

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Rabindranath Tagore

[Tell me if this be all true] Tell me if this be all true, my lover, tell me if this be true. When these eyes flash their lightningthe dark clouds in your breast make stormy answer. Is it true that my lips are sweetlike the opening bud of the first conscious love? Do the memories… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore

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Arundhati Roy

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never… Continue reading Arundhati Roy

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Salman Rushdie

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

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Rabindranath Tagore

Fireflies My fancies are fireflies, —Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark. The voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines. In the drowsy dark caves of the minddreams build their nest with fragmentsdropped from day’s caravan. Spring scatters the petals of flowersthat are not for the fruits of… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore

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Rabindranath Tagore

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die. ― Rabindranath Tagore, Choker Bali. (Rupa… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore

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The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew, and that’s why everything you do has some weird failure in it.” — Kabir, from [I talk to my inner lover] From Kabir. Translated by Robert… Continue reading

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