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“Clouds come floating into my life,

no longer to carry rain or usher storm,

but to add color to my sunset sky.”

-. R.N.Thakur

Gitanjali

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
Numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in
Your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,
Its age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past,
In the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all of loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Rabindranath Thakur, 1861-1941

Baby's World

I wish I could take a quiet corner

in the heart of my baby's very own world.

I know it has stars that talk to him,

and a sky that stoops down to his face

to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

Those who make believe to be dumb,

and look as if they never could move,

come creeping to his window

with their stories and with trays

crowded with bright toys.

I wish I could travel by the road

that crosses baby's mind,

and out beyond all bounds;

Where messengers run errands for no cause

between the kingdoms of kings of no history;

Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them,

the Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.

Rabindranath Thakur

The Gate

No guest had come to my house for long,
my doors were locked,
my windows were barred;
I thought my night would be lonely.

When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.
I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken,
and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.

When I was a prisoner in my own house,
and the doors were shut,
my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.

Now at my broken gate,
I sit still and wait for your coming,

You keep me bound by my freedom..

- Rabindranath Thakur.

I Ask For

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of live in this silent and overflowing leisure.

- GEETANJALI, Rabindranath Thakur.

I Have Become

"I have become my own version of an optimist.

If I can't make it through one door,

I'll go through another door -

or I'll make a door.

Something terrific will come

no matter how dark the present."

-Rabindranath Thakur