Vaibhav Gupta

“When I take you to the Valley, you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right, the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and maybe you’ll say, “There it is, that’s it!” But I’ll say. “A little farther.” We’ll go on, I hope, and you’ll see the roofs of the little towns and the hillsides yellow with wild oats, a buzzard soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season, and maybe you’ll say, “Let’s stop here, this is it!” But I’ll say, “A little farther yet.” We’ll go on, and you’ll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river, and looking back you’ll see the river running downward through the wild hills behind, below, and you’ll say, “Isn’t that the Valley?” And all I will be able to say is “Drink this water of the spring, rest here awhile, we have a long way yet to go and I can’t go without you.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home

“चाँदनी की पाँच परतें,
हर परत अज्ञात है ।

एक जल में,
एक थल में,
एक नीलाकाश में ।
एक आँखों में तुम्हारे झिलमिलाती,
एक मेरे बन रहे विश्वास में ।
क्या कहूँ , कैसे कहूँ.....
कितनी जरा सी बात है ।
चाँदनी की पाँच परतें, हर परत अज्ञात है ।

एक जो मैं आज हूँ ,
एक जो मैं हो न पाया,
एक जो मैं हो न पाऊँगा कभी भी,
एक जो होने नहीं दोगी मुझे तुम,
एक जिसकी है हमारे बीच यह अभिशप्त छाया ।
क्यों सहूँ ,कब तक सहूँ....
कितना कठिन आघात है ।

चाँदनी की पाँच परतें, हर परत अज्ञात है ।”
― Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena (सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना )

“Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost...
...Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.”
― Friedrich Hölderlin