#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who… Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behin…
I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs
My heart, the bird of the wilderne… They are the cradle of the morning… My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in it… Let me but cleave its clouds and s…
No, my friends, I shall never be an ascetic, whatever you may say. I shall never be an ascetic if she does not take the vow with me. It is my firm resolve that if I cannot find a shady ...
Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
The 'I’ that floats along the wav… From a distance I watch him. With the dust and the water, With the fruit and the flower, With the All he is rushing forwar…
The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life— Who are you? There was no answer.
It was in May. The sultry noon s… When I heard from the riverside a… I shut my book and opened the wind… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stain… I smiled amused and felt a touch o…
Infinite wealth is not yours, my p… You toil to fill the mouths of you… The gift of gladness that you have… The toys that you make for your ch… You cannot satisfy all our hungry…
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at h...
51 YOUR idol is shattered in the du… to prove that God’s dust is greate… your idol. 52
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the turbulen...
I love you, beloved. Forgive me… Like a bird losing its way I am c… When my heart was shaken it lost i… If you cannot love me, beloved, fo… Do not look askance at me from afa…
With days of hard travail I raise… I forgot all else, I shunned all… It was always night inside, and li… The ceaseless smoke of incense wou… Sleepless, I carved on the walls…
Strong Mercy My desires are many and my cry is… but ever didst thou save me by har… and this strong mercy has been wro… Day by day thou art making me wort…