The Grandeur of Kindness
Alone, down and dull, lost in my thoughts, at a chaotic airport I stood in a queueA raspy voice said, “after you”, my heart warmed, my eyes tearedIn a toxic…
Alone, down and dull, lost in my thoughts, at a chaotic airport I stood in a queueA raspy voice said, “after you”, my heart warmed, my eyes tearedIn a toxic…
Out of a seed in the groundcomes a flower. Miracle!Out on the branch of a treecome blossoms in spring.Out from the blossoms fruit growsdelighting senses.And an offering of food. Out…
1 I made Sisters out of branch and leaf 2 I met the Earth and called it brother 3 The only prison is the denial of the Sun 4 I…
1 There is only one border: Destiny 2 There is only one community: The Living 3 There is only one homeland: The Earth 4 A child is born: it is…
1 What is greater a brother or a sister of the flesh or of the soul? 2 Put out a fire with another fire 3 Strength is the deepest knowledge…
1 It is speaking to you; ever speaking 2 Dip your hands inside the Waters: it is You. Breath in the Air: it is You. Eat: it is You. Love:…
Urdu poetry often has a literal, direct, superficial meaning, and an indirect, deeper, real meaning, which the poet conveys through metaphors, hints, suggestions, allegories and indications. So often one has…
1 Listen to the wind and dream 2 When creating always keep one eye on the Creation 3 Always ask: does my work serve Life? And if not, explain your…
1 You have hands. The Universe has hands. Put them together 2 Flowers open. You open. Endless opening 3 Water flows. You flow. Endless flowing 4 The sun gives. You…
' The Song of the Stormy Petrel ' ( see online ) was a poem written in March 1901 by the great Russian writer Maxim Gorky, and became known as…
a few seconds an old man, in torn dirty clothes, cautiouslyemerges from the blown-out shellof a charred building he walks with a canestooped, his head loweredthe old man’s eyesight is…
1 I say: the Way is the Sacredness of Life. And you ask: But what of this day? 2 You are sad? You are angry? You fear? Ask yourselves: how…
1 The quest for God is a holy one; the quest for Life even more so 2 And you shall ask; and ask again; All is Asking 3 And you…
I am stupid.We are all stupid.We worship the idolsof human stupidity.We build walls. The alternativeis intimate and easy. People everywhere are waiting…Individually, people everywhereare waiting. Not for the promiseof perfection…
1 To love Life is logical. To love is logical. Understand this and thrive 2 Suppression of emotion is not the way. Rather understand and transcend 3 It has been…
Written By Al Mahmud Recitation: Abdur Rahman Translated by Zeenat Khan Mir Abdus Shukur Al Mahmud (known as Al Mahmud; (11 July 1936 – 15 February 2019) was a Bangladeshi poet,…
1 What is greater than life? The Creation. What is greater than the creation? The Creator. Love life, understand Creation, and, then, and only then, see The Creator 2 The…
1 Logos is Life 2 Logos is the argument of the universe; its divine message to Man. 3 Logos is not speech; although God is talking 4 Logos is not…
We are closed in, and the key is turnedon our uncertainty…We had fed the heart on fantasies,the heart’s grown brutal from the fare,more substance in our enmitiesthan in our love;…
1 Stoicism is cowardice disguising itself with reason. It is not a belief, but a psychological tactic. It is the ultimate defeat handed to us by the philosophers. 2 A…
1 You say: I shall commit evil for no one shall see. Know this: All is Seen 2 You say: You are a false prophet for behold: I, king, do…
Jaare Haath Diye Mala Ditey Paaro Nai / Keno Mone Rakho Taare The one you have not adorned with a floral garland / Why hold that onein your inmost memory…
1 I do not ask you to believe in me. I do not ask you to love me. I do not command you to fear. I but ask you to…
The light of reasonAnd the Higher LightAnd there is sanity in the light The fire of passionAnd that is LoveThe flow of passionate life Believe in the River of Crossing…
behind the shadow of her nakednessthe vanishingbehind the vanishingsilencebehind the silencecowardicebehind cowardicethe maskbehind the maskthe shattered mirrorbehind broken realitythe drought of shallow tearsthe frothing spate of ragethe hating fleshbehind the…
Let's meet up at The Dorchester,that posh hotel in the heart of London.Afternoon tea is the talk of the town.Damask table cloths, linen napkins,impeccable service, and a pastry cartthe envy…
In the first hour of TrumpdomMy new King gave to meMillions o' deportees In the second hour of TrumpdomMy new King gave to meOne border closingand Millions o' deportees In…
Translation by Zeenat Khan A portrait of an unknown woman Artist: Rabindranath Tagore Parjaay: Prem (1) Upa-parjaay: Gaan Taal: Jhaptaal Raag: Khambaj Written on: 1895 Swarabitan: 10 Notation by: Jyotirindranath…
The crimson sky, vast and high, made way for a reluctant dawnThe morning light, soft and shy, peeped through my window blindI was woken from a dream, pounding heart, my…
How Can I Write a Poem for Gaza’s Children? When white men or women,especially Christians, raise their voice for the people of Gazaor for the Palestinians,they are usually praised for the…
Is Elon Musk’s connection to the latest US Election somewhat similar to the movie The Manchurian Candidate that stars Denzel Washington? In the movie, the multinational corporation Manchurian Global deploys a candidate …
A tribute to Kobiguru Rabindranath Tagore. The translation of the song from the Geetabitan Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941) Parjaay: Puja (324) Upa-parjaay: Aanondo Taal: Jhaptaal…
No, dear Otto René Castillo,[1]the apolitical intellectuals of our time,won’t be mute in their shameif they’re asked by those undeadwhat they did when the people of their countrywere dying tragically…
Children in dozensbombed each dayadd to thousands in no timebut there is no one leftto sing the parting songas they are laid to rest the poetswho would have rent the…
Once we used to live together,perhaps like a joint family,or maybe like the inmates of the same prison,which Lord Mountbatten probably knew very well.Our history of sharing is of many…
Ὁ Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν Ἐλευθερίαν(Hymn To Freedom) Σὲ γνωρίζω ἀπὸ τὴν κόψητοῦ σπαθιοῦ τὴν τρομερή,σὲ γνωρίζω ἀπὸ τὴν ὄψη,ποῦ μὲ βία μετράει τὴ γῆ. Ἀπ᾿ τὰ κόκαλα βγαλμένητῶν Ἑλλήνων τὰ…
(“The commissioning of India’s largest blast furnace at Kalinganagar (on September 20, 2024) is a momentous occasion for the steel industry.” – T.V. Narendran, Tata Steel CEO & MD) jal-jangal-jameenthe…
Music and poetry have long been part of dissent, a tool of resistance, and an art form to express concerns, jubilation, remembrance, and heartbreaks. They are worthy forms of summation…
[In memory of my mother Atia Salim Kidwai*] The sun is down, the birds returned home; The trees stand cold as the leaves hold in embraceThe moon is out, the…
(7th October 23 to 7th October 24…) A long Year and the year is not going to end soonHow does a poet measure an endless year? When the Second World…
I realized recentlyThatIf you look up at a pine treeFrom a certain angleWith both of your feetPlanted deep in its shadowIts branches become never-ending.Standing there like that, you can seeHow…
The night never was oursIt was by them, for them, of themNot made soft for the rest of a tired bodyNot made fragrant for the ease of sleepLullabies didn’t play…
I don’t want to be nice and decentI want to tear off my skinAnd bludgeon my patienceAnd rip apart my smilesI want to exposeAll that’s inside of meRugged, sharp, tornShorn…
(After Meena Kandasamy) Tomorrow someone will rape youAnd no one will careAnd they will give justifications-You are Dalit, so impureWho will rape you, huh! Tomorrow someone will rape youAnd it…
I slept barely three hours last night so I worked, took a vigorous walk, and contemplated life. I force myself to watch the horrors of the genocide and destruction around…
If I were to flyWhere would I go? To the distant shoreswhere water sparklesblue and green, wavesfoam in tumultuous glee… Or, to wayward Wayanad,where plantations nurturedemerald dreams till hillsdeluged mud…
Finally, the long awaited summons camefrom the Ministry of Utmost Happiness.(1)Relayed via Meenachilar(2) to a cemeteryin Ayemenem (2) and via Jamuna toJannath Guest House (3) in Delhi,to Sarmad- Hazrat of…
(An English translation of Kazi Nazrul Islam’s Bengali version of The Internationale from 1927) [Current translation by and copyright © Monish R Chatterjee (2024)] Arise! Ye prisoners of…
Sons and daughters in faraway lands, give promise to justice, a resolve so bold,White, black, and brown speak to power, in defiance, their unity refuses to fold, Then, there are…
It seems inconceivable, I know,but it happened, it's happening now.No one can say how it beganor where or with whom.But once it began, it spreadlike an airborne virusor an inextinguishable…
come to me hereyour eyes widelike the bride of morning i have pitched my tabernacle tentneither near nor faron the routes of passage where dust of travelersfills my nostrilsand the…
(Based on true and almost true events) the weeping is an immense angel,the weeping is an immense violin,the tears muzzle the wind,nothing else is heard but the weeping. From "Casida…
For the sake of Godhe saidhis voice in tremor. For sake of the Earth and moon.For wind over trees.For the sake of mirror-wateron a moonlit lake. He shaped his heartinto…
Children eating grass, innocent, hungry and lostMothers soaked in red, wombs tremble in terror Searching for words I may write of the pain withinSearching for words I may speak of…
I sit still, lethargicAnd add new wordsTo the great tapestryOf female sorrows From a distant cityOver the ruinsOf a war he never foughtA boy cries, there is no wayBack to…
It's all about the gold.Hasn't it always been?The allure, the beauty of goldin whatever form it takes —wealth, power, fame, ironclad security. In Gaza the rush is on.Tanks, bombs, missiles,…
In the human worldwe have heroesand villainsand cowards. Those who defend lifetaking risks aboveand beyond self interestthose who destroy lifeand those we do not carewho play games ofselfish detachment and…
The world is full.Filled with hardships.Filled with courage.Filled with suffering. EverywhereThere are human faces.Everywhere the pathosOf conscious mortality.Everywhere the pathosOf human faces. The world is full. Filled with struggles and…
If it were me in Palestineand I found you on a stretcherin a shell-shocked hospital,I would kneel beside youand take your hand in mine,wipe the blood from your faceand pray…
Palestine is a painA constant pain in our necksLike every Muslim is born with the Pain of Palestine in his her heart.Barring UAEians, House of Suads, etcYou fools, allGo and…
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