#saree - Hello Poetry

Pleat, pleat, pleat, Fix that drape, Cantankerous petticoat, Is all bent out of shape, The mirror jeers, That's a singularly inelegant drape, What are you gawping at, It's time to undrape, Watch those ankles, Stop dancing like an ape, How hard could it be, To simply undrape, In walked Mum, Her mouth agape, Laughing uproariously, Got me shipshape

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC

indianmagpie

Six Yards of Elegance

Pleat, pleat, pleat, Fix that drape, Cantankerous petticoat, Is all bent out of shape, The mirror jeers, That's a singularly inelegant drape, What are you gawping at, It's time to undrape, Watch those ankles, Stop dancing like an ape, How hard could it be, To simply undrape, In walked Mum, Her mouth agape, Laughing uproariously, Got me shipshape

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As I lie down on my bed I saw you pushing the half-closed door and entering You wore a red saree You are as gorgeous as ever Sacred like a temple in the dawn Like a woman who has bathed in night dew Someone who knows everything about me and yet come to know me from the very beginning The old door swings in the air I can see your face as calm as neat as clean Like the moon outside shining Let it be cliche, but today it is truly a full moon night I cannot say what I wanted to say you Everything has been dusted in time How do you find the old address of an expatriate? The yellow envelopes and the red-inked words must have turned blue now Once I sent within them the clouds Which kissed you as rain You in red saree stare at me Ah! Is it really you? Or it is all a surreal magic of hallucination But at that moment you sat beside me on the bed and kissed me deeply And whisper in my ear Like a fairy tale told thousand nights ago, "You still smell the same? And me?" The last tram of the night goes through On the empty tracks now lay, love.

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC

Subhadip

Across the tram lines, lay love

As I lie down on my bed I saw you pushing the half-closed door and entering You wore a red saree You are as gorgeous as ever Sacred like a temple in the dawn Like a woman who has bathed in night dew Someone who knows everything about me and yet come to know me from the very beginning The old door swings in the air I can see your face as calm as neat as clean Like the moon outside shining Let it be cliche, but today it is truly a full moon night I cannot say what I wanted to say you Everything has been dusted in time How do you find the old address of an expatriate? The yellow envelopes and the red-inked words must have turned blue now Once I sent within them the clouds Which kissed you as rain You in red saree stare at me Ah! Is it really you? Or it is all a surreal magic of hallucination But at that moment you sat beside me on the bed and kissed me deeply And whisper in my ear Like a fairy tale told thousand nights ago, "You still smell the same? And me?" The last tram of the night goes through On the empty tracks now lay, love.

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I sit, the world around me a blur, Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir. Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright, My heart leaps, racing into the night. Why her, why now? My thoughts collide, A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide. Should I pick up? Should I dare? Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear. The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder, My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder. Then the text, a playful jest, "Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest. She replies, “I need to show you something,” My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping. A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist, I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist. She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song, And I hear laughter, where I belong. But there’s more—Her friend by her side, And their boyfriends, caught in the tide. My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near, And I can’t look away, trapped in fear. She tells him to shut up, her voice a command, And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand. She turns, showing her saree’s glow, A princess in pink, stealing my soul. And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile, She teases, “MBA,” for just a while. “I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play, But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray. Her image haunts me, her beauty remains, A moment lost, wrapped in chains. Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh, And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why. She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost, Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost. We never were, yet we shared it all, In the same PG, memories that call. The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth, Now lost in time, like forgotten youth. Her image stays, as vivid as then, A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend. Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart, A stranger to her, with a broken heart. Her smile, her saree, the memories remain, But my heart races, lost in the pain. Romantic, yes, but sadistic too, For I loved her then, and still do.

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Apr 1, 2025

Apr 1, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC

Kuch_baatein_khud_se

A sudden unexpected call.....

I sit, the world around me a blur, Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir. Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright, My heart leaps, racing into the night. Why her, why now? My thoughts collide, A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide. Should I pick up? Should I dare? Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear. The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder, My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder. Then the text, a playful jest, "Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest. She replies, “I need to show you something,” My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping. A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist, I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist. She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song, And I hear laughter, where I belong. But there’s more—Her friend by her side, And their boyfriends, caught in the tide. My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near, And I can’t look away, trapped in fear. She tells him to shut up, her voice a command, And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand. She turns, showing her saree’s glow, A princess in pink, stealing my soul. And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile, She teases, “MBA,” for just a while. “I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play, But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray. Her image haunts me, her beauty remains, A moment lost, wrapped in chains. Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh, And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why. She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost, Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost. We never were, yet we shared it all, In the same PG, memories that call. The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth, Now lost in time, like forgotten youth. Her image stays, as vivid as then, A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend. Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart, A stranger to her, with a broken heart. Her smile, her saree, the memories remain, But my heart races, lost in the pain. Romantic, yes, but sadistic too, For I loved her then, and still do.

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I stitched my soul in borrowed thread, A saree spun from words she said. She spoke in sequins, smiled in ash Her promises, a dopamine crash. I matched her hue, her scripted glee, While she rehearsed duplicity. Three days drowned in bridal haze, My books undone in cosmetic blaze. No echo came, no tethered grace, Just phantom friends in photo space. She played wife to a borrowed man, While I decayed in waiting’s span. Her exit plan a lover’s whim, My day reduced to shadow limb. Even my blood boiled past its name, A tongue unleashed in grief and flame. Better no orbit than one that spins With hollow crowns and plastic sins. I learned: Not all circles are sacred, And not all smiles are kin.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Coven of Clocks & Hollow Crowns”

I stitched my soul in borrowed thread, A saree spun from words she said. She spoke in sequins, smiled in ash Her promises, a dopamine crash. I matched her hue, her scripted glee, While she rehearsed duplicity. Three days drowned in bridal haze, My books undone in cosmetic blaze. No echo came, no tethered grace, Just phantom friends in photo space. She played wife to a borrowed man, While I decayed in waiting’s span. Her exit plan a lover’s whim, My day reduced to shadow limb. Even my blood boiled past its name, A tongue unleashed in grief and flame. Better no orbit than one that spins With hollow crowns and plastic sins. I learned: Not all circles are sacred, And not all smiles are kin.

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