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Fireflies

by Rabindranath Tagore

Feel the beauty of Rabindranath Tagore's Poetry.
Note the use of the word 'feel', I haven't mentioned read, I've written, 'feel' and that's what you've to do while reading the short verses given below. Each line, each word used in context, has depth of meaning, especially the comparisons of nature in it's various colours.

One needs to be a 'Romantic' at heart - to read, visualise and feel these epigrams of Rabindranath Tagore. These are from 'Fireflies' - a collection of 256 short verses, epigrams written by Rabindranath Tagore. My favourite four-liners, epigrams, short verses from Fireflies by Rabindranath Tagore.

Feel the beauty and romanticism of Rabindranath Tagore's poetry...

My fancies are fireflies, - Specks of living light Twinkling in the dark.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind Dreams build their nest with fragments Dropped from the day's caravan.
My words that are slight may lightly dance upon time's waves when my works heavy with import have gone down.
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.
The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it never can grasp.
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of the fathomless night.
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden but keep my song.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Beautiful, Lovely, Fantastic...feel the lovely comparison... In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth!
The departing night's one kiss on the closed eyes of morning glows in the star of dawn.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Jewel-like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of its moment.
The lake lies low by the hill, a tearful entreaty of love at the foot of the inflexible.
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem join hands in the dance of swaying branches.
Gods, tired of their paradise, envy man.
This is lovely...check the comparison... Clouds are hills in vapour, hills, clouds in stone, - a fantasy in time's dream.
This is practical... While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
Beautiful... I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall.
Another nice one... Light finds her treasure of colours through the antagonism of clouds.
Beautiful... My heart today smiles at its past night of tears like a wet tree glistening in the sun after the rain is over.
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitful, but have failed to remember the grass that has ever kept it green.
In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what thou art.
Dawn - the many-coloured flower - fades, and then the simple light-fruit, the sun appears.
The wind tries to take the flame by storm only to blow it out.
Life's play is swift, Life's playthings fall behind one by one and are forgotten.
Darkness is the veiled bride silently waiting for the errant light to return to her bosom.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The burden of self is lightened when I laugh at myself.
The spirit of death is one, the spirit of life is many. When God is dead religion becomes one.
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green, the wind between them sighs, "Alas."
The stars crowd around the virgin night in silent awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.
Beautiful... The lamp waits through the long day of neglect for the flame's kiss in the night.
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content have forgotten their sky.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
Your careless gifts of a moment, like the meteors of an autumn night, catch fire in the depth of my being.
The world is the ever-changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
As a river in the sea, work finds its fulfilment in the depth of leisure.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not to reach any destination.
Migratory songs wing from my heart and seek their nests in your voice of love.
The sea of danger, doubt and denial around man's little island of certainty challenges him to dare the unknown.
Nice one The same sun is newly born in new lands in a ring of endless dawns.
The glow-worm while exploring the dust never knows that stars are in the sky.
My love of today finds no home The fire of pain traces for my soul a luminous path across her sorrow.
The grass survives the hill through its resurrections from countless deaths.
Lovely... Beautiful... Thou hast vanished from my reach leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky, an invisible image in the wind moving among the shadows.
In pity for the desolate branch spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
The shy shadow in the garden loves the sun in silence, Flowers guess the secret, and smile, while the leaves whisper.
Lovely... I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I'm glad I have had my flight.
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend, know that it pays itself.
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness, and is content to vanish when the sun comes out.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
The dew-drop knows the sun only within its own tiny orb.
The desert is imprisoned in the wall of its unbounded barrenness.
In the thrill of little leaves I see the air's invisible dance, and in their glimmering the secret heart-beats of the sky.
You are like a flowering tree, amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
This is beautiful... Forests, the clouds of earth, hold up to the sky their silence, and clouds from above come down in resonant showers.
Lovely... The sky tells its beads all night on the countless stars, in memory of the sun.
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb, the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
The hill in its longing for the far-away sky wishes to be like the cloud with its endless urge of seeking.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.
You leave your memory as a flame to my lonely lamp of separation<.
I came to offer thee a flower, but thou must have all my garden, - It is thine.
Beautiful... The picture - a memory of light treasured by the shadow.
It is easy to make faces at the sun, He is exposed by his own light in all directions.
A nice one... I am able to love my God because He gives freedom to deny Him.
The light that fills the sky seeks its limit in a dew-drop on the grass.
Child, thou bringest to my heart the babble of the wind and the water, the flowers' speechless secrets, the clouds' dreams, the mute gaze of the wonder of the morning sky.
Nice one... beautiful, lovely... The sky remains infinitely vacant for earth there to build its heaven with dreams.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.
Let the evening forgive the mistakes of the day and thus win peace for herself.
Lovely... Leaves are silences around flowers which are their words.
The tree bears its thousand years as one large majestic moment.
The sigh of the shore follows in vain the breeze that hastens the ship across the sea.
Beautiful... Between the shores of Me and Thee there is the loud ocean, my own surging self, which I long to cross.
Let your love see me even through the barrier of nearness.
Beautiful, Lovely, Fantastic, Inspirational, Motivational quote... Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Let my love find its strength in the service of day, its peace in the union of night.
Lovely... Let the touch of thy finger thrill my life's strings and make the music thine and mine.
As the tree its leaves, I shed my words on the earth, let my thoughts unuttered flower in thy silence.
Nice one... The tree is a winged spirit released from the bondage of seed, pursuing its adventure of life across the unknown.
The lotus offers its beauty to the heaven, the grass its service to the earth.
The cloud laughed at the rainbow saying that it was an upstart gaudy in its emptiness. The rainbow calmly answered, "I am as inevitably real as the sun himself."
Nice one... Let me not grope in vain in the dark but keep my mind still in the faith that the day will break and truth will appear in its simplicity.
Through the silent night I hear the returning vagrant hopes of the morning knock at my heart.
Day with its glare of curiosity puts the stars to flight.
Lovely... My mind has its true union with thee, O sky, at the window which is mine own, and not in the open where thou hast thy sole kingdom.
The tapestry of life's story is woven with the threads of life's tries ever joining and breaking.
Pearl shells cast up by the sea on death's barren beach, - a magnificent wastefulness of creative life.
The sunlight opens for me the world's gate, love's light its treasure.
Let not my thanks to thee rob my silence of its fuller homage.
In my life's garden my wealth has been of the shadows and lights that are never gathered and stored.
I feel that the ferry of my songs at the day's end will bring me across to the other shore from where I shall see.
Lovely... Your voice, free bird, reaches my sleeping nest, and my drowsy wings dream of a voyage to the light above the clouds.
The flower sheds all its petals and finds the fruit.
Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil take part in the life of the forest.
The mind ever seeks its words from its sounds and silence as the sky from its darkness and light.
My last salutations are to them who knew me imperfect and loved me.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
Lovely, Beautiful, Fantastic, Inspirational Quote... "Let me light my lamp," says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness."

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