"banjara" poems - Hello Poetry

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

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC

ranjini-malhotra

banjara

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

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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.

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC

adwait

a hindi poem

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.

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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.

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC

Birumi_swati123

Adventurous

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.

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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.

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Mar 13, 2016

Mar 13, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC

Gaye

Oh banjara

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.

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