Georg Trakl’s poetry has been praised by many, including Rainer Maria Rilke and Ludwig Wittgenstein, who wrote that while he did not truly understand Trakl’s poems, they did have the tone of... Read more
The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: The moon is within me, and so is the sun. The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me, but my deaf ears cannot hear it. So... Read more
It is translations that bridge the gap in our connection with world literature. We are familiar with the culture, the people and primarily understand that human emotions are the same irrespe... Read more
Stammer is no handicap. It is a mode of speech. Stammer is the silence that falls between the word and its meaning, just as lameness is the silence that falls between th... Read more
Smog and dust mix with the air in New Delhi. I buy jasmine for her hair in New Delhi. People come from everywhere to this city; all are welcomed with a stare in New Delhi. The finest... Read more
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain, and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have pass... Read more
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it... Read more
A baby-pink telegram reports A loss, but don’t, oh don’t stop to think Of a smile now gone, a favour left Undone, but write, write, write, write without A pause, while bey... Read more
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of s... Read more
Ours is a silence that waits. Endlessly waits. And then, unable to bear it any further, it breaks into wails. But not all suppressed reactions end in our bemoaning the tragedy. Sometimes, th... Read more
