Love Poems By Rabindranath Tagore

Love poems by Rabindranath Tagore are collection of his best poems around the world which has made him the man of elegance and superiority.  Rabindranath Tagore was the first one non-European Nobel laureate by earning the 1913 Prize in Literature. Love poems by Rabindranath Tagore are spiritual and mercurial which mesmerize lovers. Optimism, joy, hope and sorrow in love are best described in love poems by Rabindranath Tagore.

Like any other beauty of God, love can’t be described in words.  Through love poems by Rabindranath Tagore, lovers can understand the divine feeling of love. Rabindranath Tagore has poured the light of hope on love through his love poems.  Love poems by Rabindranath Tagore are really sensitive and touch the heart as it explains the depth of love.  When you will read these love poems, it will take you to the newer world and give the different meaning of love in this life. Find the most popular love poems by Rabindranath Tagore below:-

Famous Love Poems By Rabindranath Tagore

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,

It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever

Free Love

Free Love By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.

But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs,

and thou keepest me free.

Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone.

But day passes by after day and thou art not seen.

Speak to me, my love!

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.

The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds.

The wind is sighing through the leaves.

I will let loose my hair.

My blue cloak will cling round me like the night.

I will clasp your head to my bosom;

And there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart.

I will shut my eyes and listen.

I will not look in your face.

When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent.

Only the trees will whisper in the dark.

[The night will pale.] The day will dawn.

We shall look at each other’s eyes and go on our different paths.

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.

On the Nature of Love

The night is black and the forest has no end;

a million people thread it in a million ways.

We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where

or with whom – of that we are unaware.

But we have this faith – that a lifetime’s bliss

will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.

Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs

brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.

Then peradventure there’s a flash of lightning:

whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.

I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!

for your sake such miles have I traversed!’

All those others who came close and moved off

in the darkness – I don’t know if they exist or not.