"bedecking" poems
Resplendent rose, luminous green,
Lucid paradisaical palette,
The jewel delivers
It's dyed, distinctive sheen
Graciously, unassumingly
Casting a pink and emerald crewel
Coalescing into traces,
Cuisine for sunbeams
Brushing nature's easel --
Bedecking the constellation lighting on earth,
Realizing among tureens:
Scalloped edge profusions offering
The spoonbill waif
Sweet adrenaline,
Fueling it's sojourn in the atmosphere.
Bird of prey, humming minstrel,
Airy, iridescent meddler
Between red blooms,
Distant gem's sparkle
Gracing redolent, languid afternoons
Cloaked in shimmering velveteen,
Beating velocious wings, remaining still.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
Another year furls its petals, bedecking the world in orange and red and yellow.
The fresh apples picked and pressed,
the cider scent wafts up,
spectral cinnamon scents this season.
It is futile to delay summers parting,
Even now the kisses at dawn are cooler
The rays less direct the days growing shorter.
But it is a time of sustenance,
Gathered in labors, sustaining stores.
This season of togetherness,
Distinct flavors of allspice and nutmeg,
Pumpkin and sweet potato.
Feast and celebration.
As the living world recedes into the long sleep
I try to forget the hardships endured,
And dwell in the replay of your masterpiece day.
I compared you to various poets,
You laughed demurely,
I did not know how amazing, and precious
You were back then,
Green shoots still grew in my garden.
As autumn approaches absolute dominance
I think of the spring I fell deeply in love with you,
Your charms rained down on everything you touched
And then the sky cracked, and we fled together,
But the diligent one,
The one who knows treachery as the interior of her eyelid
Is tattooed with every manner of trickery,
She is magnificent in her cruelty,
A beautiful creature in her own right,
But a miserable wretch compared to you.
She wanted me, and she ripped me from your hands,
Like when she will rip you from my hands,
And so on until she has what she really wants.
You do not deserve such things.
You deserve more than this universe can provide,
Yet you ask, oh so much less.
Knowing that you will leave me
Is the falling of bright colored leaves.
Five shades of red, three shades of orange,
Mixed and blended yellows,
Exquisite multicolored rain.
My autumn has arrived.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
The devotion that you had in your heart for me
the tune that you had on your lips for me
the surrender of your heart was a lie!
all your tears were a lie!
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
Silvery, sweet, streams of talk
those dreamlike nights of sweet slumber
the way your eyes hypnotized was a lie!
all those dreams were a lie!
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
The kiss that our lips shared
your love filled embraces
the innocence of your fair face was a lie!
all those promises were a lie!
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
You were the budding flower of spring
that bloomed in intoxicating laughter
but your smiles were a lie!
all those scenes were a lie!
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
Those promises in the Ganges of love
how you adorned yourself with my name
your bedecking was a lie!
all your those small signs, were a lie!
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
When all your mischiefs were a lie
when your innocence was a lie
when your laughter, your smiles, were lies
why were all our quarrels - truth?
*however, please return to me, beloved,
my heart calls out to you*
तुम्हारे मन मे जो अनुराग था मेरा,
तुम्हारे अधरों पे जो राग था मेरा,
वो समर्पण तेरे अंतर का झुठा,
थे झुठे अश्रु तुम्हारे ।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
सुमधुर सरस सलील वो बातें,
मीठे निदों की स्वपनिल वो रातें,
सम्मोहन तेरे नौनों का झुठा,
थे झुठे वो ख्वाब सारे।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
अधरों से अधरों का चुंबन,
प्रेमवस तेरा अालींगन,
धवल चेहरे की मासुमीयत झुठी,
थे झुठे वो वादे प्यारे।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
तुम बसंत की कुशुम कली थीं,
हो मदमस्त हँस के खिली थीं,
पर तेरी वो मुस्कान झुठी,
थे झुठे तेरे नजारे ।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
कशम जो प्रेम गंगा में लिया था,
मेरे नाम का जो श्रृंगार किया था,
तेरा वो संवरना था झुठा,
थे झुठे तेरे इशारे ।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
जब थी झुठी शैतानीयाँ तेरी,
जब झुठी थी नादानीयाँ तेरी,
जब झुठा हुआ हँसना मुस्कुराना,
तो सच्चे क्यों हुए झगडे सारे ।
पर लौट के आजा प्रिये
तुमको मेरा उर पुकारे-2
The translation is given by karisma ji
Thanks sis for it
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Tarry with me here.
Dangle by the pond
like fruit of vine near season's end.
No pain's too heavy to suspend
a while; no love so ripe to send
it down before the season's end.
When this time is gone,
I am but a road
with destinations picked by those
who use it. You are but a rose
beheld by them. This time will close
and we will go the way time goes.
Tarry with me here.
Drift beside the pond
like leaves afloat in Autumn air,
like birds, like things that share
the wind. No sorrow, pain, no care
can rise with them in Autumn air.
When this time is gone
I am but a house
to be resided in by those
who own it. You are but the bows
bedecking them. This time will close
and we will go the way time goes.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
The clock was protected from change in your house.
No Daylight Savings Time admitted to your routines.
We who bordered your life had to adjust or miss you.
Your farm the antipodes of ours...straight and neat,
Everything where it ought to be,
No duplication or mess....
A feast for my order-hungered eyes.
I had not yet learned of obsessive-compulsiveness;
I only despised my father's clutter,
His refusal to wear time upon his wrist,
His stubborn old World ways.
I shoveled barley half a hot and muggy day
To load your truck,
Emerged tired, covered with dust,
Raging in a million itches
To receive fifty cents
"To take your girlfriend out."
Most ungrateful, I chafed,
Told anyone who listened...
But now, I smile,
Wishing my labor had been a gift.
I fell in love with John Deere tractors, gleaming green,
Colored television,
Fresh paint, white and red,
Because of you
Standing in striped Osh Kosh bibs,
Penultimate farmer.
Lydia, your wife,
Danced to the metronome
Of your orderly life,
Escaped only in Harlequin novels
Stacked by her chair.
Until the day everything changed,
Pink drool trailing from your mouth,
Gears grinding as you lost
The memory of clutches,
Tractor care,
Crops to plant be ******
A stroke was taking down another man.
A Saturday we moved your wife to town
Near where you convalesced;
Monday, the Baptist preacher found her.
You ordered mahogany, rich and prime,
For us to bid your Lydia farewell,
Then followed, true to form,
Within the month covered in oak,
Wheat sheaves bedecking the heavy lid.
Inlaid and waiting, you rest,
Ready for the coming harvest.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Stark, empty bullet shells scattered, by chance,
At her feet -- bedecking the ablazed brooks
Like young poppies glistening from the rain
Of the hellish hurricanes yet to come.
Man’s fear fans flames stronger than any wind --
Strength that ruins cities, yet keeps her sane
Like the arms of a mother now afflict’d --
Boiled black, bloodshot eyes. He is not her:
Take his hand, your pride has nothing to gain.
This darkness sated with dimly shining stars
Is not the end of your heavy heartbeat
Take his hand and see the red dawn again.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
Not that he was incapable of inditin',
'Twas the words that caved in,
Squeeze us out you dare, they said,
tears will consort, caper, abet.
Despite, he let the ink strew,
right alongside the beads of rue,
Bedecking with guilt, the Chartaceous world,
But, lo, the bespangled had the words engulfed.
Held with despair the paper of riot,
He dropped the quill and quit the fight,
Words go lost how I write about you
Tears rush forth and blight the milieu.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
One’s body is the beast of the soul ad libitum
Skimmed, tamed, frustrated, desires-damned
Learning in its sweet but furious rebellion
It is made of skin-dust in the stream, alluvium
Of a deep sinuous river, element of passion
Imperfect orb yet proud matter of perfection
Placed at the center of your senses, riotous jewelry
Bedecking, centerpiece of your dominant chest.
Veiled during our rites, silent under the canopy
You seize against your mouth my finery, lover, my fest…
The liquid gemstones give way and the string
Weaves itself again, lightning bolt around you
The palace is shaken by an echo, noblest equilibrium
Hidden crater, fusions, explosions and a blue lava ring
Slowly spread until the delta of your Nile…
Our flesh collide. Then, an unbridled pulsation rises, a mile
Away from the mountains of our erected temples
Swimming against the black tide of our Aegean seas…
In a white morning’s gleam, we have lost to our bodies
Hand-to-hand, in love, in a mutual fantasy.
Translated and adapted on July 9, 2015.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Blooming flowers in desert land
Stretching greenery in yellow sand
Camel, date and oil wells
It’s just a past that history tells
Today it marked proudly its name
On top of the world in progress and fame
Arts,science and modern education
Speedy growth in space mission
Different people from different region
Varied culture, diction and religion
Bedecking them on its forehead
Glittering all as bright as rubi red
Center of tourism and trade
Points of entertainment are great
Touching the sky , burj khalifa’s height
Simply amazing palm islands site
Law and orders, duties and rights
All are equal , no compromise
Integrity, vision and commitment
Strong Tools of a great government
Busy and lively roads
With safety and peace both
East and West mingle nicely
Smiley faces twinkle brightly
Eid, onam , Diwali and Christmas
Melody of festivities bring happiness
Carving globally its place
We salute Arab Emirates
“ Shabistan @
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
Autumn brushed her golden hair
curling locks of auburn-red
as she shed the gold 'n fair
as she donned her white to wed
she swirled around for me to see
the colours cascade, as waves of sea,
her rain of auric crimson leaves
over hay and golden sheaves
and round about, upon the ground,
a scattered patchwork of earth's finest
clothes of copper, bronze 'n browns,
as befit her regnant highness
weathered skin of palest alabaster
with hints o' coral hue,
glistening dew on whitest plaster,
as cream of marbled statue
as she shed her harvest raiment
stark beauty in the sky
heady jasmine and cider scent
betray her unclad thigh
and he waited, bided time,
with snow and crystal'd silver
bedecking ice-king in his prime
still and patient Winter
wrapped himself in single sheet
of luminous, crystalline ice,
as he laid his ivory feet
on mount of edelweiss
for Autumn, she had melted
'fore his numinous gelidity
invisible she lay pelted
'neath his averous cupidity
he tapped his toe in single tone
in beat of coldest shiver
as in the moonlight, there alone
shot arrows from his quiver
darts of hail and blustering wind
his army of projectiles
hid benevolence as he grin'd
a warm, pulsating smile
for now sweet earth, beneath her blanket
of whitest, softest snow,
giveth forth roots for sumptuous banquet
sun shines on afterglow
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC