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Ranjini Malhotra Dec 2014
ghagras twirling
               veils swirling 
                                   anklets tinkling
silver at her neck
how she adorns herself!
regal as a queen
but cannot conceal
her banjara soul


gypsy blood flows in her veins
a thousand stars alight upon her veil
fuchsia and orange set fire to the dusk
twilight is thick with her magic
she sways with the grace of a peacock
bends like a willow to the breeze
dances in celebration of her soul
her smile a universal knowing


none can slow her pace
beauty this wild leaves only a trace
slips airily past eyes
drunk with desire
to beguile the moon in his heaven


she answers the call of the wanderer within
casts only laughter on the restless wind
this desert rose
this woman child
this gypsy queen
this banjara
This poem is called Banjara. The Banjara are a colorful group of nomadic people found in India in the states of Rajasthan, Gujarat, and Madhya Pradesh and in Sindh Province in Pakistan. They are often called the gypsies of India. (source Wikipedia). Banjara women are often beautifully dressed.
Gaye Mar 2016
I saw her across the highway, shyly dancing,
Mute spectators imprinting her inside their memory,
Some to their cameras.
She tangled the desert with the whirls of her skirt,
Walked its bare chest with anklets melting to the hot sun,
Only to sell salt, her monopoly, and sing in perfect melody,
A stranger to the land, a stranger everywhere.

Where does it hurt? I have no idea
Somewhere inside, it was raining, raining heavily
Music and art and love decoding themselves to a new myth.
At absolute moments like this-
I cried, powerlessly begging for help, distressed corridors-
Pushing me across wind, water, light and obsessions
It did hurt. Everywhere.

“Your eyes are black, black as coal, oh banjara!”
I was sinking into her scrap clay
The pedant moulded into pots and toys and saucers
Lurking with words she barely penned, love,
As divine as it is, like onion in peels, hidden.
I wanted to sleep, in the most innocent leg
But she kept travelling, everywhere, everywhere.
adwait Apr 2018
a pretext to the international audience..i am posting this as my rendition of the infamous tales of friendship turned love times...i tried to translate it into the universal language but it would fail to do justice . Yet if there is someone who would like to still understand what this will all be about ..message me and i shall give u the essence..happy reading :)


-----------dost ya zadda?----------------
ek ladka aur ladki kabhi dost nahi ** sakte,
keh gaye buzarg sab,nahi samajhti peedia
kis baat ka hai sharmana aab, par kaisi hai ye deewangi , jo dikhati mujhe pyaar aur tumhe dosti kitne kam samaye me hum kahan se kahan pohonch gaye , aur iss douran ham ek dusre ko kitna samajh gaye. tumhari bechaini samjhane ki , aur meri shiddat tumhe samajhne ki, chaand aata ,tehelta aur chala jata par hum na soote,jab log jaagte hum soote ,kya din the voh. in mukhauto ke peeche chupi jo asliat thi,jo unchui thi ,tum chu gaye , aur bass dil me bas gaye mahine guzar gaye aur kuch kehne ko dil chahta hai , par kya ye sahi rasta hai? kya ye mujhe aapne ghar pohoncha dega , ya banjara chod dega? najaane kab ye faisale aagay aur mujhe tumse door legaye jis dosti me aaj tak kuch nahi chipa ..aaj usme tijoria hai ... aaj usme gussa hai ,aag hai.. aaj isme gussa hai.
Birumi Swati Aug 2018
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend
Another day being lazy.
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend
Another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island,
Yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain
Or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
To the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way
In the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through
The scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine
Nor the horizon.
Or
Could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.
Birumi Swati Aug 2018
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend another day being lazy
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island, yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
to the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way in the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through the scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine nor the horizon.
Or could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.

— The End —