How melancholy is this transition winter hour! People spread their wings. They burn in their own flaming evening lamp... An entire lifetime incubates itself in
Where love dwells eternal in the cradle resting deep/Softly rocking to the pull of hands that once held...
Swami Vivekananda, monk, philosopher and religious leader was also a prodigious writer who wrote extensively on the religion and scriptures.
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830. Thespaceink pays a tribute to the great poet on her birth anniversary.
Arch Alfred McKillen enlisted into the US Army during the Second World War and became a bookseller. He published his lone collection of poems The
Thomas’s last separate volume of poetry before the Collected Poems, 1934-1952 was Country Sleep, published by New Directions in the United States in 1952.
If only you can thank the August rain,/The road trips with false lovers,/ The unflattering mirrors, the ditched playgrounds...
Now, would dare break the wall, would you shrug all caution,/Guard your heart with soul's last shred,/Or perish in the name of passion?
Poem by Sadaf Munshi an American poet who was born in Kashmir.
Tonight, let me write!/Let me write/Of the hopeful eyes/And the desperate souls,/Of the severed limbs,/And the silenced songs,
I went sleepless and troubled/ Hiding under my pallid skin/As a thick blanket of darkness/Enveloped the starless night.
The first flutter the first brush, the butterflies the blood rush./I looked away as you did too, me not knowing what to do/ Yet glance
After the burial is over, he reaches the riverbend. A bird seems to arrive from nowhere, its wings flailing the water.
While I fear someone will push me off of the edge,/The mountains tell me, "Don't worry darling, I will catch you".
After the mornings and after the rains,/After you and I go separately to prismatic domains,/It is the solitude which creeps inwards/As if by stealthy steps,
I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
