A replica of life found, in their endless ebb and flow.
rhythms fade but never cease—
a brief pause until dawn revives the restless peace.
Tag: Poetry
Let there be a resounding distance, let nobody follow me.
Let me disappear
like the camphor in a pouch
like the spirit left in a bottle
like lightning, wind or clouds
अपनी मौत के बिस्तर पर
मैं बोलूं या ना बोलूं
इस समाज से करूंगा हमेशा
संघर्ष
“एक सच्चे जीवन की उपमा, एक सच्चा जीवन ही हो सकता है”
“कविता के शिल्प की नहीं,
मुझसे जीवन के शिल्प की बात करो.””
A Cat on the Wall and other poems
‘…will a day of leniency make her a regular visitor?
to shelter her or send her away…’
©Paul Klee
In my body, I sometimes feel at home, sometimes an alien on a strange planet
In a seashell held to the ear
the murmur of a distant ocean…