By Wole Soyinka Hanging day.A hollow earthEchoes footsteps of the grave procession.Walls in sunspotsLean to shadow of the shortening morn. Behind an eyepatch lushly blue.The …
Loneliness

मन बहुत सोचता है
कवि – अज्ञेय मन बहुत सोचता है कि उदास न होपर उदासी के बिना रहा कैसे जाए? शहर के दूर के तनाव-दबाव कोई सह भी …

The Light In Other Days
By Thomas Moore Oft, in the stilly night,Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,Fond Memory brings the lightOf other days around me:The smiles, the tearsOf boyhood’s …

Confession
By Kahkashan Bano If I were a confession,I would have opened the doorof my inhibition and said,“I am absurd.”orthat I often read myselfas dumb as …

ذرا سی اُداسی
By Mudasir ذرا سی اُداسی ہے تنہائی کے اندھیروں میںکون میری آواز سُنے دہائی کے اندھیروں میںعُجلت تھی اُسکو جانے کی میں بھی چھوڑ دیابھلا …

बेजान कमरा
By Aditi सिमट गई हैं यादें सारीदीवारों की तस्वीरों पर खाली कमरा बेजान-साबेरंग-सी उसकी दीवारें अरमानों से भरी कभीउस कमरे की दीवारें थीं तन्हाईयों का …

The Voice
By Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,Saying that now you are not as you wereWhen you had changed …