It is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.
Vikram SethVikram Seth Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.
Vikram SethVikram Seth I simply seem to drift. But I sort of allow the drift, because it has a kind of check – it forces me to work harder at what I’m interested in.
Vikram SethVikram Seth Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?
Vikram SethVikram Seth So many Indian novels, quite unfairly, do not get the prominence they should because they have been written in a language other than English.
Vikram SethVikram Seth I tend to follow a scattershot approach to reading a lot of very diverse subjects interest me, and I’m quite happy to read stuff on any of them.
Vikram SethVikram Seth I don’t think people give Indian society enough credit. We may not like to talk much about things but we do, basically, want to live and let live.
Vikram SethVikram Seth Put your backbone where your wishbone is.
Vikram SethVikram Seth You have to learn a few things, which you do along the way, but basically, poetry is a matter of the ear. Iambic pentameters or what constitutes a stanza comes naturally – your ears will know.
Vikram SethVikram Seth It’s not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.
Vikram SethVikram Seth Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.
Divya khandalDivya khandal And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.
Carmen AmadosCarmen Amados Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
Chris AllchinChris Allchin Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.
Teresa PeresTeresa Peres We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.
Iestyn TudorIestyn Tudor And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.
Alexandra MichelleAlexandra Michelle
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