From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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उसने तो बस घर के बाहर क़ दम रखने की कोशिश की थी,
एक नए चे हरे, एक नए सवेरे को देखने की हिम्मत की थी।
पर शायद, ही शायद - ये जमाना उसकी ये उडान सह न सका, उसकी हिम्मत, चमक, उसकी शबाशी - कोई दे ख ना सका
उसे एक बार फिर पिं जरे की कै द में लौटाने की साजिश की गई थी।
I want to fly where no one knows, Where midnight sings and soft wind blows.
No weight, no sound, just wings and light, A dream that dances out of sight.
Let me drift, let me be-A song, a breath, a flying sea.
{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
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SILENT HOMES
Silence
cloak of protection
worn longing for
heaven
sways in dust
settles
wistful
plays hide
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Temptress in the garden,
God’s black sheep,
Swayed by the serpeant,
From the tree she’d reap
Forbidden fruit she dared to eat –
The fall of man,
The great deceit.
Sinners are we, so they claim,
Eve took the fruit,
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