#indian poet

[poem-today]

A poem by Li Po translated by Vikram Seth

Drinking Alone with the Moon

A pot of wine among the flowers. I drink alone, no friend with me. I raise my cup to invite the moon. He and my shadow and I make three.

The moon does not know how to drink; My shadow mimes my capering; But I’ll make merry with them both– And soon enough it will be Spring.

I sing–the moon moves to and fro. I dance–my shadow leaps and sways. Still sober, we exchange our joys. Drunk–and we’ll go our separate ways.

Let’s pledge–beyond human ties–to be friends, And meet where the Silver River ends.

Translated by Vikram Seth

Original Chinese by 李 白 (Li Po) (701-762)

月下獨酌

花間一壺酒， 獨酌無相親； 舉杯邀明月， 對影成三人。 月既不解飲， 影徒隨我身； 暫伴月將影， 行樂須及春。 ���歌月徘徊， 我舞影零亂； 醒時同交歡， 醉後各分散。 永結無情遊， 相期邈雲漢。

[vippik]

In his underjeans

From a sanitary oblivion

The dogs bark in distance

Chasing the moonball

I hear

And where my lust

Loses its dream

Under the dusty skyline

On terrace of drowsy limelight

I whisper "bye bye"

So is this how

Meditations sound like

Curating every single element

Of cacophony so defined

I attend to all of 'em

But what I seek

And what I take

In between my humane mistakes

They surprise

I wonder during sleepless nights

Once it's done

So is everything else

The magic mourns

The death of dreamland

Don't yawn now

I dare

'Cause I too am too vile

Due to my bodily reptile

Slithering in atmospheric breeze

And often do they sneeze

I run dry

- An Entry From My Hook-up Diary by ©vippik

[mj1982mjha]

RAMAKANTA RATH, EMINENT ODIA POET, PASSES AWAY

https://mj1982m.wordpress.com/2025/03/16/ramakanta-rath-eminent-odia-poet-passes-away/ RAMAKANTA RATH,  odia poet.

[awesomengers]

Remnants of Love

Heart marches on, crippled by the leg sprain,amidst the thorns of longing it strides,each step a testament to the pain of absence,yet still, it dances with the rhythm of hope. Time’s relentless tide pulls me ever forward,late to the meeting of our souls,where moments lost are echoes in the wind,and missed chances linger like ghosts in the shadows. But even in the chaos of our hurried lives,our…

[indiadiries]

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[g0j0s]

you cut off women from dancing, because girls of good characters do not indulge in such lewd activities. if they become one with their swaying hips, how will you hold down their bodies and spirits?

you cut off women from reading, because books have so many vile ideas about freedom and humanity. hence, they may begin to spin ideas from the yarn of knowledge, jeopardising the conditional safety of your cage.

you cut off women from adorning themselves lovingly, because lest they begin to like the shape of their noses or the curves of their waist; they will stop caring about other people and conforming to your standards of beauty.

you cut off women from expressing because girls from good families do not raise their voices. you say the devil resides in their voice boxes and if they don’t watch their tongues, they may taint the name of their families.

you cut off women from being, so the only thing they’re left with is fear and misery. grinding that terror on the stone of fate like grains, they toil away their lives.

then you call them many many rotten things if any of them refuses to believe this. still, if they don’t comply, force is applied repeatedly.

they become a skeleton of their potential self, grieving in secrecy; because privacy is a luxury. what if in the empty silence they finally start thinking & questioning?

yet, you wonder why they’re exhausted and angry, fighting silent wars within and outside.

[soujjwalsays]

Pov : a 22 year old just remembered he once had two months long summer vacations.

"I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy."

- Neil Gaiman

[stainedpoetry]

I think the best thing that our generation has normalised is having "online friends" . The bond created with these people is not based on their looks or their status but on the basis of their likes, their personalities, their favourite fandoms and their interests. You might have never shook hands or hugged them but still you are more comfortable telling them about your stupid mistakes and stupid jokes. The best thing about these friends is you don't have to meet them regularly to keep your friendship alive. And it's also the worst part not getting to meet them regularly or even once a week or once a month. From meeting them in the comment section of a meme to listening to their rants to updating them about our lives, online friends become our forever friends. It's a different kind of friendship but it's the cutest no pressure of any sort just two people sharing bits and pieces of their lives with each other and supporting each other.

[maihonhassan]

How beautifully Fahmi Badayuni wrote these lines;

“Pooch lete wo bas mizaaj mera, kitna aasan tha ilaj mera.”

[awaz-e-ishq]

I never wanted to let you go,

But you left me with no other option.

[moonie-and-her-stars]

the Dupattas and Pashminas I wore this week along with the literature of that day. <3

[annagxx]

The quiet intimacy of love:

borrowing their words, mimicking their tone, and unknowingly typing like them.

[rashidalighazipuri]

Kuch lafz abhi bhi gumnaam se hain

Kuch lafz abhi bhi gumnaam se hainMuyassar nahi kaaGaz pe utarna unheNa koi ishq, na ehsaas hai unme abhisar-basta kore aur saaf hain abhiNa koi nuqta na koi zer-o-zabar hai abhiBas ek raushni hai jo ghul rahi syahi me abhi… कुछ लफ्ज़ अभी भी गुमनाम से हैंमुयस्सर नहीं काग़ज़ पे उतरना उन्हेंन कोई इश्क़, न एहसास है उनमें अभीसर-बस्ता कोरे और साफ़ हैं अभीन कोई नुक़्ता न कोई ज़ेर-ओ-ज़बर है अभीबस एक रौशनी…

[mj1982mjha]

RAMAKANTA RATH, EMINENT ODIA POET, PASSES AWAY

Ramakanta Rath Noted Indian poet, writing primarily in  Odia , Ramakanta Rath passes away at 91. His epic ‘Sriradha’ is a treat for the readers to enjoy the spiritual & emotional complexities of Radha’s love for Lord Krishna.He was an IAS officer known for administrative excellence as well. He held various administrative posts in the Union of India. He was conferred various literary awards and…

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

जग ने छीना मुझसे, मुझे जो भी लगा प्यारा

The world seized from me,

All that I held beloved

[kanha-ki-fangirl]

I am the amalgamation of all the things I never said