poet Vijay Seshadri

Vijay Seshadri

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  • Nadia Umber Lodhi Nadia Umber Lodhi (10/7/2018 12:50:00 AM)

    Sir you translated mirza Ghalib ghazal یہ نہ تھا ہماری قسمت کہ وصال یار ہوتا

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Best Poem of Vijay Seshadri


The house collapsed and I was crushed under the rubble,
pulverized, but here I am,
walking around as if I were alive — 

the swain,
with an oxeye daisy in my buttonhole,
the bitter voluptuary, never satisfied,
the three-legged dog,
the giant under the tiny parasol at
the Fontaine-de-Vaucluse,
the only Abyssinian in the choir of the
Abyssinian Baptist Church.

(Somebody must have done a self-portrait of me.)

Just amazing. I think I could wrap my arms all the way around
the 24,901-miles-circumferenced Earth.

Read the full of Thunderstruck

Imaginary Number

The mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
is not big and is not small.
Big and small are

comparative categories, and to what
could the mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
be compared?

Consciousness observes and is appeased.