He is buried beneath a leaning birch tree in the Old Bennington Cemetery in Vermont. The epitaph on his gravestone … More
Tag: Poetry
Much Madness is divinest Sense
By Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – … More
This World, Yes, This World
This world where we keep wantingOthers to love usHow little we love others.This world where we keep wantingTo be happy … More
Why Do We Wait?
Why do we waitTill we are betrayed in loveTo understand life?Why do we waitTill a loved one diesTo understand life?Why … More
The Connection Fades
No matter how deep the connection No matter how sweet the connection It fades, it slips away into oblivion For … More
ट्रेन वाली मोहतरमा
No telling who you may meet On the 8 A.M. Metro And whom you may never again meet Yet sometimes … More
The Time Here on Earth
Life is good, pretty good With some effort I could also make it better A little bit more better Yet … More
Adhurapan
However much I write Something always remains to be said It never seems to end Always some incompleteness That demands … More
Philosophers Can Learn From Poets?
Philosophy has long claimed authority over meaning by virtue of its methods: argument, abstraction, and generalisation. Poetry, by contrast, has … More
Dangerous Dalliances
This dalliance This daily dalliance With a thousand things Is our undoing But we do not realize And revel in … More
Know Thyself 