I celebrate Women's Day with a few of my previous poems plus some recent thoughts. sweet tears at the point where night bids farewell she raises her head, crowned by a pallu of sizzling red, gold a slender mangalsutra enhances her slightly inverted neck the strongest of henna the darkest of kohl the boldest of kumkum a piercing flame … Continue reading Celebrate!
she woke to the scent of unscraped henna infused with eucalyptus oil hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride expectant, once upon a time
at the point where night bids farewell she raises her head, crowned by a pallu of sizzling red, gold a slender mangalsutra enhances her slightly inverted neck the strongest of henna the darkest of kohl the boldest of kumkum a piercing flame from the nath as ittar fades into memories of a thousand jasmine buds … Continue reading sweet tears
(something old, something new) She woke from the East, the cradle of ancient wisdom Caught a glimpse of new born stars along the way (something borrowed, something blue) Her gown radiant with the borrowed light Blue were the lovers, now where could they hide? *** This evening's full moon was exquisite in a clear sky, with a … Continue reading something old, something new
veiled by light's rays a weave of selected surahs* protecting her henna meticulously applied by houris overcome by modesty bridal verses recited as the groom awaits his heavenly match a marriage so unique ~ we identify light as revealing, but in this rare bond God's noor (light) acts as a veil *surah - a chapter … Continue reading when heaven sanctions…
when wishes collide it is i who shall abide i care less for pride more that i am your bride ... that is till i discover your weak side
Her vows will be recited before all As she steps into her new role Will it now begin, or is this the end Will he be her master or her friend Rule the house as queen Or never be heard only seen This merriment is it an illusion Or will they blend with perfect fusion … Continue reading Intricacies of Henna
I feel the pull, resistance is futile My reprieve temporary, I lived in denial Sucked towards that hole With dizzying speed I fall There where air fears to enter And breath refuses to stir Darkness not an absence of light But a thick fog suffocating my sight Voices do not go beyond my head Yet … Continue reading Return to Oblivion