The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice...
You scream as I snatch away the knife from you Do you consider me unkind though I am kind to you? O Newcomer of this sorrowful land, you will scream Beware! The pen’s point is sharp, the prick may hurt you Ah! Why fond of the troublesome things are you?...
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem and genius please the talentgang and water most encourage flame as hatracks into peachtrees grow or hopes dance...
He left me, and himself he departed; What fault was there in me? Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace; My eyes pour out tears! Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love! There is no one as cruel as love; This malady...
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for men’s eyes—but not for thine— Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf, And the vexed ore no mineral of power; And...
Someone should hear the tale of my emigration I ignored the story of the primeval covenant I did not feel attachment to the garden of Paradise When I drank the fiery cup of Intellection I remained in pursuit of the Truth of the universe I exhibited the excellence of elegant...
T S Eliot Stand on the Highest Pavement Stand on the highest pavement of the stair– Lean on a garden urn– Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair– Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise– Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your...
Muhammad Iqbal A Mother’s Dream As I slept one night I saw this dream Which further increased my vexation I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way Dark it was and impossible to find the way Trembling all over with fear I was Difficult to take even a step...
Tutors as if bondservant Pupils like nerveless tame Guardians seems like government For the time being, nurturing system. Servant has to feed these subservient Till the last drop of their strength. Govt. will come and start judgement Is or isn’t product enough thicken! If result is not as expectation Slave...
Lo! keen-eyed towering science, As from tall peaks the modern overlooking, Successive absolute fiats issuing. Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science, For it has history gather’d like husks around the globe, For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky. In spiral routes by long detours, (As a...
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit...
Emily Dickinson A Book There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! If I Can Stop IF...
Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadows and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new water-mark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And...
(Marking world book day, April 23rd, 2022) I am your best friend I am called a “book” I can provoke deep thoughts Grab you like a hook. I am your knowledge mine I am called a book I can make you spellbound Even if the Earth shook! Judge me by...
Matthew Arnold : The Voice As the kindling glances Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters Of a lonely mere, On the wild whirling waves, mournfully, mournfully, Shiver and die. As the tears of sorrow Mothers have shed – Prayers that...
Allama Muhammad Iqbal The Child’s Invocation My longing comes to my lips as supplication of mine O ALLAH! May like the candle be the life of mine! May the world’s darkness disappear through the life of mine! May every place light up with the sparkling light of mine! May my...
This Ramadan, let’s be better human beings, Let’s have a heart for others, which sings. Let’s pray, read the Quran Do the Dhikr, men and women. This Ramadan, refrain from all the bad habits, This Ramadan, let’s try to donate as we can, For a secure hereafter, even increased lifespan....
A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless...
What will our children do in the morning? Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play, the way wings should? Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered the strength from the planets that all men and women need to balance the wonderful charms of the earth so...
FLy envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is false and vain, And meerly mortal dross; So little is our...
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