And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce. Carl Sagan. Light Black Fierce Direction. Top 10 Darkness Quotes. View the list. In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. Francis Bacon. Light Shine Present Must Order. Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires, necessity and free will.
Thomas Carlyle. Light Soul Will Free. People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. Beauty Light People Sun. Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself. Desiderius Erasmus. Inspirational Light Will Disappear. I still don't love the darkness, though I've learned to smile in it a little bit, now and then.
Billy Crystal. Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. Man Light Walk Will. Making holes in the wooden cross white ants Colours of envy stick on their colleagues' faces: Holi revelry Krishna offering parijata to Radha: Narada looks on The temple's dome in the flooded Ganga- empty kalash Fermenting spring in the arms of lovers: a secret sin The cherry pink in the spring — a framed nude Embrace suffocates in bed — chill seeps through slit Wintry chill — enters the cold bed: skips morning walk Winter rain bends the roses low- lumbar pain The long night passes sleeplessly I deep -breathe the December chill Alone and sleepless count hours by asthmatic bouts- the long winter nights A part of the night hidden in the morning moon: the sun waves bye bye The first night spots on the sheet: clothes wake up Long wintry night — opening the mail box for a date Vulnerable darkness of the opening: standing erect Seek my haven where the sky arches the sea— a white gull leads Stars mock his drinking alone on the cement bench: moon in the glass Spend our short time together after a long watching the moon Along the road in shanties they shack up — dreams in smoke Seeking smell in cactus flowers: late monsoon Clouds don't rain coldly come and go- icy bed All night rain the gaping roof her shelter Sudden rain on the way home — a peacock After the night's rain the sky's still overcast: wet Christmas today Through thick clouds sees an arc of moon — her belly Brightness straining through the trees: tea in full moon Lonely nights and days of non-stop rains — depression mounts Travelling on the wings of winter ill news Celebrating return of the light and warmth: winter solstice Feels the shadow with wet fingers in the fog Mist surrounds: the steel statue watches few visitors Morning fog: her face invisible even the sun The evening fog: invisible her hand on my shoulder Slowly clears the morning fog — end of the year Swollen fogs ready to make way for the sun Her make-up spoilt in the evening mist: looking for light After dust storm rain alloys with cool colours: rainbow in the west Waxing crescent searches the setting sun worshipped in water Sees beard shining in the mirror: morning on the face In a flash trapping eternity- the camera Post-lunch solitude filled with thoughts that couldn't become even a haiku A sly lover ejaculates poison- sting operation With glittering diamond on the navel swinging an item bomb The phone rings: in the middle he rises — prayers unsaid With a telescope view the lunar eclipse- midnight shadows Out of wood and stone he carves his vision of peace: night's secret visage Suffer animals with a peculiar smell: men in white khadi Crossing the shadows in the Indo-Pak match- thelast ball Drunken with force spreading the century's sore: nine eleven Freedom to kill with faith in divine regime: terrorist's peace Watches the snow rain with finger on the trigger: insurgence in Drass Reaching nowhere — ideas flying from the minds of top echelons Himself doesn't listen but teaches communication Her anger shifts from manure to cellphone: 10 o' clock soap Winking at her in the dark — power cut Two peacocks on a dancing spree: see water Dancing a few muddied crocs: the river returns Nibbling a leaf between her fingers a dragon-fly A small frog leaping on my hand from the pothole Birds crouch in nests along the snowclad path — wheezing silence Away from home — smell of frying fish in the air Swimming afresh in the glass box two gold fish Peace in silence of the heart and body's cells: Buddha's calm Weaving its nest grass blade by grass blade R.
Singh Sad and dull his backyard poultry- fears of bird flu Mooching about a rose petal in the sun- a butterfly An orgasmic view from behind the car's window the Taj Mahal Perches nervously on the fence a squirrel nibbling its luck Wintry evening — my grandson toddling round room to room Sudden screech of tyres: a frog from the pothole perches on the car Selling tea a mustachioed Mizo in shanty Awaits the train in November night — insects all around Truce between two lizards inside the light fixture Ten fish in the tank rising in twos threes or fours to the bait atop Hiding in the shade of toilet brush in the bath a frightened mouse Awaits a rickshaw under the gulmohar tree a girl with lilac Jumped over the head a sticky frog on the ground- stoning to death Alone the cellphone on her bed rings In the changing hues of rainbow in the east: sun and lightning Flashing a rainbow at the dining table her diamond nose-pin Sunlight behind the temple cloud's edge Glued to the rock feeling the river's cold flame my hands and feet Sun rising late slow arrival of winter feverish warmth Fallen tea drops reminding me of the guests last evening Empty shells about the quadrangle: English teacher Children return home splashing through the pool on road school bags on their heads Moving between the fingers of a toddler the first winter rain 8.
Emitting a mouldy smell her blouse Before parting she slips to the floor- raindrops fall From the edge jumps into the pond a green frog Inhales sun through the foggy morning a leaping frog A mass of cloud floating below the plane: my son's balloon Flying over the rose tattooed on her back a butterfly Abandoned her mother on the wall fading streaks Their first dating: with inverted reflection walk out of the bar Awaiting welcome midst the same old worries the new Samvat Stench of burning leaves mounts with smoke in the evening: asthmatic breathing East faced yoga in the fog — breathlessness Naval cadets master the waves in Peacock Bay pelicans bathe Two barking dogs break the night's monotony competition Their love game: bloodstained on the wall two lizards Pigeons fly for shelter through smoke blazing windows Looking for shade under the shapeless cloud a rag picker Scrounging for scrap in a pile of garbage empty Christmas Slowly dissolves the mud-brick house of worship: rain on Christmas eve Prayerful thoughts she invites with smile: Mother's compassion Her wrinkled fingers on the rudraksh rosary: Buddh Purnima Leaves fall to touch his shrine — mukti Awaiting the wind's blow at door autumn leaves Parrots stop chirping on the guava tree — autumn dusk Hangs a fading flower between the twigs Yellow lemons still hanging after the storm sunny backyard At the kitchen door await a handful of wheat two pigeons On way home a crow shits on my head: clouded sky Academics in convocation gowns- circus clowns Each morning the same prayers — God's silence On the wall witness of the past moth eaten Morning's foul smell the birds too change their tunes: sewage treatment Dusts settle on the rising creepers flowers grey Shelling the peas the toddler swallows some grins with delight Streetlights die with the onrush of rain — walking to silence Greets no known faces at the street corner kiosk: only folds of night Full moon waves through the branches at window- wintry night This morning sun misses the warmth — chilly wind Naphthalene smell oozes from the sweater — fourth November In the crowded mall a santa claus asking for my autograph Picnickers boat on the edge of Maithon lake dropping litter In the shade behind a plastic sheeting hut a sick woman Her lonely grief melts in the candle wax evening's dark floor Swallows the pills and chants mantra to sleep: flower moon Sits on a mound overlooking the camp awaits signal Flying to the tube light one after the other two owls picking moths Ants crowd under the hibiscus — snake's broken shell Noisy parrots returning to the tree: sun set early ] Hides behind a naked tree the full moon The wet pages of yesterday's newspaper: all trains late A pregnant clown on the squalid mattress- crying inside Boarding the train he looks for his luggage- cries of theft Evokes spirit to ease knots of pain cyst on the neck He fears seeking intercession from a Wiccan: spirit's clash Not a day without begging gods to solve problems- faith in helplessness Reciting my nightly woes no one hears Stretches his arms and wiggles the toes in bed: sleeping brain Making lemon tea and warm buttery toast — birds singing outside Treading with spring feet my grandson now nine months They squat to ease along the railway track — transistors sing Waiting in the lounge the only passenger: sandal perfume Fit of sneezes no winter allergy: thinking of sex Breathing afresh up from the abyss — meditation A blue mist swirls around his head- floating hand It's not yet over sex is eternal delight I wait till next night She goes out into sultry heat — feeding time Her fingers push the roots into the earth- touch-me-not Her voice distant yet I can hear her breasts Softness of her lips and dancing of her tongue — warm wetness Smells the happiness of earth in the khus she wears- summer' s first rain A thin moon on her neck hides love in silk gauge Dark street- realizing how scary the night is Midnight- absent whispers from her room Sensing sex in her pink smile long talk short Tying a knot to hang on — end of rope White stubble round his august chin — Saturday Neighbours listening to headphones or reading books- bus ride on Sabbath Unclothing the white night — lips meeting lips With fearing finger touches her to reach the clit slides.
First he, then she wipes the post-coital shit with underwear Seeing her naked fuses logos and eros — a fresh senryu Deep into silence can't celebrate yoni again and again Searches her bra in the pile of nightclothes- sun warming Noon sun — yellow blouse on her wet back On the beach she combs her long hair- Aphrodite She sees in the light smuts of the nightly acts on her underwear She departs leaving behind her clothes over mine Under white light dressing off her shoulders musky scent up In the cup she stirs the tea bag- areolar hue Red with shame the sky at sunrise-- her new kiss Staring at dried stains of the last night's act drenched in shower She sings the morning with hands between the legs: summer drenches Entwined under the limbs petals Sultry heat midsummer lethargy: dog star shines The winter chill slowly rises each evening- frozen shadows The full moon behind a bare tree — branches curve Fluttering around a golden marigold golden butterfly Hanging by a spider's thread — the wanton leaf Mynahs mate on the lightning-struck tree: quiet backyard Waving trees spark the wires without lighting — sky in the dog's mouth Sun's brooding hue over the evening sky: vapoury time Between bare branches two pigeons share silence: All Hallows' Day Under the blue sky the chestnut trees bloom white candle The sun shines on the winter blooms- our first rose Sea waves roll from faraway white peaks Wintry wind bangs the window tonight my thoughts agitate Restless birds chirping on neem tree midnight chill Wings of a mynah flutter over the water in an earthen pot Sun from the window fluorescent light from the wall- dusky face Fingers feel decaying fireflies in lamplight Then as now A-bomb emptiness- raindrops ache Alone with folded hands Mother in guest room Her eyes in the mirror specious red Her fingers I taste in the orange she peels The perfume from her arm pits — yoga Seeking smell in the cherries yet to bloom Walking over a carpet of dried leaves hears own footsteps Spring returns: autumn in my courtyard unending Gulaal cloud the temple precincts- worm moon It rises from the Himalayas and flows for about km to join the Ganges at Allahabad.
KUMBH: Hindus assemble on the banks of the Yamuna in Allahabd every six and 12 years for a holy dip in the river, seeking release from their sins. The last Kumbh festival at the end of was the century's biggest, in which many foreigners also participated. They stayed in the weather-proof tents while the natives had to stay in tin tents.
Over ten million people took a bath in the river. Bhatnagar Amravati , and U. Bahri New Delhi for their very strong academic and publication support to my verses from time to time. I am also indebted to poet-friends, I. Sharma, H. Bhatia, I. Rizvi, Y. Rajan, P. I am also grateful to the editors and publishers of the following anthologies that first used some of the poems, including tanka and haiku, collected here: New Dimensions in Indo-English Poetry ed.
Bhatia, ; Indo- Australian Flowers ed. Bohumila Falkowski et al. Krishna Srinivas, ; The Symphony Humane ed. Rizvi, ; Poetry Intercontinental ed. Prakash Joshi, ; International Poetry ed. Bhatnagar and R. Joshi, ; Snows to the Seas ed. Rizvi, ; World Poetry ed. Laxmi Narayan Mahapatra, ; Summer 's Treasures ed. Rosalie Avara, ; International Poetry ed. Teresinka Pereira, ; International Poets ed.
Syed Ameeruddin, ; World Poetry ed. Kim Young Sam, ; World Poetry ed. Wilson de Oliveira Jasa, ; Prophetic Voices ed. Myers, ; Poems An Anthology ed. Bidhan Datta ; Poetry Globe: ed. Gerald England, ; Azami: The Year ed. Pronab Kumar Majumder, ; Second Attempt ed. Venkata Ramaiah, ; Poppies with Pride ed.
Sandra Lunnin, ; Indian Poets United ed. Mondal Bijoy Beg, ; Heaven ed. Bidhan Datta, , , , , , , , ; Through the Garden Gate ed. Sandra Lunnon, ; The Language of Love ed. Sandra Lunnon, ; Spread the Word ed. Sandra Lunnon, ; Millennium Mood: ed. Khatri, ; The Road Between Mountains ed. Baldev Mirza, ; Above Treetops ed. Dejan Bogojevic, ; Ich trauma deinen Rhythmus ed. Bidhan Datta, , ; 10 th Memorial Haiku Book ed.
Giovanni Campisi and Timothy B. Watson, ; Paint the Sky with Stars eds. Kei, ; Elixir ed. Raja and Rita Nath Keshari, ; Landfall eds. Denis M. Garrison, ; Veyilolugum Gudisaigal ed. Ramalingam, ; Rainbow: True Colours of Life ed. Angelee Deodhar, ; Haiku Calendar ed. Raghupathi, Happiness Happy Most Make. Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. Oscar Wilde. Happiness Go Others Some. If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion. Dalai Lama. Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. Robert Frost. Happiness Height Up Makes. I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.
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