गीत गजल कविता

Here I came to the very edge  where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back,...

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I d...

. Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays and the week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, and all the names of the d...

. Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. This one time upon the earth, let’s not speak any language, let’s stop for one sec...

. . This moment as smooth as a board, and fresh, this hour, this day as clean as an untouched glass --not a single spiderweb from the past: ...

. . People whom we love are a fire that feeds our lives . . .  But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know . . .  Th...