I walk into my backyard to face my truth,Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood,I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder,The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror.What else does it see that I’ve failed to see?What more to explore about us being twinsies?I approach the rascal, still depleted, lying on its side,Out in the open, under the full force of sunlight.It’s more of a tube…
Poetry by Nancy Jong. In loving memory of Michael Durand.
जब छत पर पहुँचा मैं लेकर अरमान, बोल पड़ी सीढ़ी की आख़िरी पायदान… “मैं तुझे यहाँ तक खुले गगन तले … More
Lying sideways with its tray empty,The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me!“Look at us, twinsies!You are depleted just like me!”I’m so triggered and offended!Its witty comment has some truth in it,This empty feeder is way too daring,Comparing itself to me, a human being!Dusty, but it’s mostly bright red in color,Happy red always lifts my spirit higher, But today my red lacks vibrancy,Is the…
New research is offering a dramatic new way to read Dante Alighieri’s Inferno: not simply as a religious vision of Hell, but as an early attempt to imagine the effects of a catastrophic planetary impact.
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"Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb,
Even on this earth, above the reach of Time!"
डॉक्टर कहते तेज़ चलो, तैरो, करो व्यायाम, बैठक-दंड लगाओ नित, रखो हृदय अविराम… किंतु दिल का है सबसे अच्छा, सच्चा … More
वे बार-बार पूछते हैं मुझसे हँसकर, “बतलाओ ना, किधर है उसका घर”? पर किसी ने नहीं झाँका दिल में मेरे, … More
Each morning, as the day unfolds its light, I linger for a while upon the smiling DPs of friends whose … More
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to…
सिकंदर ने हर ताज और हर देश को जीत लिया था, किंतु दुनिया से जाते वक्त वह खाली हाथ दिखा … More
They say, “All is well. Keep quiet, mute, stand still, Close your eyes, bend your thoughts to their will… Why … More
नभ छूने को पंखों की, क्यों आस लगाए कोई, दृढ़ कदमों से चल जब, वही ऊँचाई पाए कोई? जो धरती … More
Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,And let the window down. The butterflyFloats in upon the sunbeam, and the fairTanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughtsAbove her widespread wares,the while she tellsThe farmer’s fortunes in the fields, and quaffsThe water from the spider-peopled wells.The hedges […]
दीमक सेना अंदर ही अंदर करती रही प्रहार, लकड़ी समझी बज रहा प्रेमिल मधुर सितार… उनकी धीमी फुसफुसाहट लगी स्नेहिल … More
Swirling pools of darkness open in the centre of the universe. From them everything is unleashed. There is no safety. Nowhere to run. We stand alone surrounded by infinite abyss. In my childhood bedroom, I can hear every sound from the kitchen. Voices in conversation; the hit of the knife on the counter; the music […]
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cruunNNCHH beckons the thicket of //
Green stalk fibers.
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नभ के तारे यूँ ही सारी रात नहीं झिलमिलाते, रजत-सी उनकी चमक प्रेमगीत बन गुनगुनाते… ऊपर बैठे चाँद को अपनी … More
I have returned today to my ancestral home. And without meaning to, my eyes start searching for my father’s eyes, … More
A Poem Inspired by John 1:19-20 Beside the river's winding thread,Where desert winds their whispers spread,A solitary herald stoodAmong the stones and drifting wood.No throne adorned his humble place,No royal sign proclaimed his grace;Yet multitudes from hill and plainHad crossed the dust to hear his strain. The ancient prophets long had passed,Their voices silent at...
पंख तो चिड़िया को देते हैं सुंदरता और उड़ान, पर मनुष्य के सिर चढ़ते ही जगाते झूठी शान… अहंकार और … More
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love—the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love that helps remove all blocks and obstacles that get in your way. That is not to say you won’t pay if you choose to stay selfish. Your heart will still endure…
A Poem Inspired by Job 1:12 Beneath the heights where timeless splendors shine,Beyond the reach of mortal thought and gaze,There stands a throne no darkness can confine,Ancient of Days above all earthly days.The stars themselves are servants of His will,The oceans heed the whisper of His word;The mountains stand because He bids them still,And all...
कोई तोड़ भी देता है यदि, विश्वास तुम्हारा कभी, मत संजोना अपने मन में, संशय की लहर सभी… किसी विश्वास … More
The ground calls out to your body
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This timeline traces key moments, movements and leaders that have shaped the fight for women’s rights in the United States and beyond. Compiled by editors at _Ms._ and researchers from the National Women’s History Alliance, it highlights the interconnected histories of feminism, abolition, labor organizing, civil rights, reproductive justice, LGBTQ+ liberation and democratic participation.
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When first we met at Hanging Gardens’ shade, A timid silence between us softly stayed… We stood and gazed, not … More
A Poem Inspired by Matthew 2:14-15 When midnight wrapped the hills in solemn shade,And every wind moved softly through the land,A quiet fear through hidden chambers strayed,Like drifting ash no mortal eye had planned.The tyrant dreamed of crowns secured by might,While heaven marked another pathway there;For God still walks within the deepest night,And guards His...
आँखों में आँसू ठहरे हैं, न झरते हैं न सूखते, मौन किनारे बैठे जैसे, रहते डरते नहीं बहते… लगता है … More
They say, “You live but once,” with sure, brief tongue, Yet life leans close and sings a deeper song… We … More