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Nowhere But There
Nowhere But There

Nowhere But There

by Ashok Vajpey

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Language

English

Publisher

Sahitya Akademi

ISBN

8126019557 - Year: 2004 - Pages: 140

Binding

Paperback

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Author: Ashok Vajpey
Vijay Munshi/
Translator(s): Vijay Munshi
Publisher: Sahitya Akademi
Year: 2004
Language: English
Pages: 140
ISBN/UPC (if available): 8126019557

Description

Nowhere But There (Kahin Nahin Vahin) the award-winning collection represents all that is best in Ashok Vajpeyi’s poetry: his preoccupation with eternal themes like nature, love and death; his unique treatment of body and home and his metapoetic concern for language.

For the structural perfection, stylistic originality and the lyrical force of its poems, its tenderness of emotion, avoidance of reductionism ideologies, defence of the personal and the sacred against the public and the crass, its dialogue with the timeless and its innovative articulation of the nuances of the human experience, the book is a master-piece of Indian poetry in Hindi.

Contents

Wherever you say
Even there
Once
We will be no more
Why alone
We
Not leaving behind everything
Unable to return
The return
After the end-I
After the end-II
Fading away
At dusk alone
How nice it would be
The last ballad
The gods will call us
Next time
Death
Not those
I will come again
To this very dusty state
Seeking refuge
Repetition
Home Again
Ancestral Homes
The path
Just there
A Window
Remnants
Not alone
How does one say?
The excommunicated
Survivors
The hand I
The hand II
The hand III
As it were
May be
Oneness
She
In love or reverence
How will she say?
Pleasure changed its place
Splendour
Nothing happened
Times
The wonder of age
Not the same
The word will not be shelved
The metaphor
The remnant
If the sun be with us
Late at night
If
With arrogant time
Gods return at dusk
One day
Gods
Word, muse and the century
Just this little hope?
What time is it?
Poem born of burden
This is the time
Not all through the window
An old man unaware of this century
That old muslim
Thirst
Light
Door
The bird
No beginning, no end
Ahead and behind
Words on the wall
Morning
Game
The Children
Chamaktar
Two men on a culvert
Douwa baba
Shubsrava
The book
The house-I
The house-II
The God
The barbarians
The victor
The wind
No
The road
The ballad of a response
The frontier
The return
Acting
Defeat and victory
The absence
The darkness
The jungle
The call
All of a sudden
Shubhachal
The eternal forest

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