Sometimes I see alone coffins under sail..
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more ~ George Gordon Byron
जो अपनी आँखों में हैरानियाँ लेके चल रहे हो, तो ज़िंदा हो तुम...
जो भी बच्चा इस शहर में जनमता पूछता कि किस बात पर यह बहस हो रही? फिर उसका प्रश्न ही एक बहस बनता बहस से निकलता, बहस में मिलता…
My house is buried in deepest recess of the forest, Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before. Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease. Wooden men's singing rarely reaching me through the trees. While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes, And facing the … Continue reading My faith
Wise men of the world, cast me away as a thing of no worth, And as of no worth, I throw away foolish men of the world. Being neither a fool nor a wise man in the ordinary sense, I decline to have anything to do with the people at large. At night, I sing … Continue reading Ecstasy