Awarded Nobel Prize for Literature on 10 December 1913 Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941) was a Bengali poet, writer, composer, philosopher and painter. He reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of the “profoundly sensitive, freshContinue reading “RABINDRANATH TAGORE”
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PHANTASM
Originally posted on Unlocking The Hidden Me:
#poetry #haiku Improvident chase Dazzled by life’s conundrums Blindfold vaporize Life is all about chasing and accomplishing our dreams and desires but often we get so much entangled and bedazzled in the cobwebs of our Supreme thoughts thinking we conquered that we forget we really shall taste death…
LEAVE A TRACE
Originally posted on Roth Poetry:
Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace ~ Dogen Time pounds our lives like the ocean pounds the shore. Do you not know how short and fragile life can be? Some think wealth or power will produce a lasting legacy. How foolish… When all becomes bones and dust and…
WHILE I WAS THINKING OF YOU
CHOOSE SOMEONE WHO CHOOSE YOU
Originally posted on WORDSNOW HEART:
Choose someone who wins your heart Choose someone who sees your worthSomeone that won’t dismiss and not to bear you Someone that understands and appreciate you.Choose someone who stays and grow with youChoose someone who lay the foundations with youChoose someone who choose you.
NOTHING MISSING
Originally posted on Whimsical Wordsmith:
Google Images Undone.Incomplete.Something missing.We think we are pieces of a puzzle,You and I. Faith.Hope.The last of our expectations.immersed in the notion of somethingthat will fulfill us. We are so intrigued with this ideaof someoneCompleting us.Healing us.Filling us. Sometimes I wonder…Maybe we were born whole,not nuts and bolts.not a jigsaw puzzle.nothing…
YOUR EYES, MY DEAR FRIEND DEW……..
Originally posted on roseyeveningaruna3wordpress:
Your innocent demanding eyes whatever,i know very well. I love those eyes as book of lovestory which you could never say. Buy my soul read that from early age with cheerful way. So much far away,you were but my soul is still now in embracing way. Your all pain i…
RESILIENCE
Originally posted on Vrunda Chauk:
The secret to resilience Is not being closed off It’s not avoiding negative events altogether It’s not “playing it safe” Instead It’s being open Open to all experiences Letting sad emotions come and go Like the tides in the sea And holding on To the happy memories In fact creating…
COUNTING STARS
Originally posted on forgottenmeadows:
Loving you… is like counting stars with infinite blessings that fill the sky… like you, fill my heart. poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels credit goes to original artist
जज़्बात…
Originally posted on मधुर लघु काव्य संग्रह:
चाहे लोग कहे हज़ार, अपने कर्तव्य को आगे रखो आप, लोगों का क्या है जनाब, वो तो अच्छे को भी कहेंगे ख़राब। दिन हो या रात, अपनों को करो तुम याद, रहो ख़ुश तुम भी खुद में, और रहो ख़ुश आप भी अपनों के साथ। शायद वो दिन आए कभी, जब करना…
INTEGRITY
Originally posted on Magnificent Meraki:
This day This time Our world Our lives Have changed No denying Lifestyle Habits Mindsets Workplace Home Environments Truths Lies Misconceptions Take it Leave it Make a choice To believe Wonder Seek Your own truth Words Expressed Told Said Twisted Convoluted Deceit Personal…
आगाज़-ए-शायरी (शेर-ओ-शायरी)
Originally posted on Zoya Ke Jazbaat:
ख़ुदा के इशारों को समझ, हैं सही रब के फ़ैसलेमुश्किलात में वही देता है, तुम्हें सब्र और हौसलेइबादत, सख़ावत करके, कुछ नेकियां करले बंदेसजदे में सर झुकाकर, गुनाहों से तौबा तू कर ले। ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ मुझे छोड़कर, बना दे तू अजनबी, अगर मुझसे नफ़रत है,दूर मुझसे होकर, बढ़ती तेरी बेताबी,…
IT’S JUST THAT
Originally posted on Poetry by Lishaka:
its just thatsurvivingisn’t the same as living and saying thank youisn’t the same as having gratitude its just thatloving someonedoesn’t necessarily mean you’re in love and at timeschanging the worlddoesn’t necessarily mean you’re saving the world it’s just thatnot knowing, what’s happening around youdoesn’t necessarily meanyou’re living under a…
GOOD, OLD DAYS
THE LIGHTHOUSE
Originally posted on House of Heart:
I am a lone bird wheeling jagged edges of ancient cliffs above the shallows of a rough Dover sea. My ?feathers gleam in the beam of the lighthouse where gentle swells pulse against rocky shores ? where in dreams you held me tenderly like treasured pearls. I have abandoned…