"gracefulness" poems
Like a gazelle she ballets with gracefulness
Like a ballerina
Dancing to Dance of the Little Swans
With beauty and grace
Oh let me see thy fair face,
Sweet sister of mine
Let me watch you ballet gracefully
Through woods, fields, and meadows
She sleeps soundly in a bed of ferns
Oh sweet sister of mine
With the most prettiest satin wings you ever saw
And a pretty pink flowing gown
And soft pale pink ballet slippers
With the most pristine pink ribbons
Tied around her delicate ankles
She ballets, Oh sister of mine
With a crown of baby rosebuds on her
Head
And rosettes on her gown
She dances with delight, Oh, fair sister of mine
She dances even more beautifully
And gracefully
Than the yellow sunflowers
Of gold that waltz in fields and meadows
Dance for me, Oh fair sister of mine
Dance to me on hills of sublime green
Dance, Oh, beautiful sister of mine
Ballet for me gracefully like the
Lotus ballets upon the sapphire lake
Ballet Oh, sweetest sister of mine
Waltz for me in a field of dancing flowers
Waltz for me, Oh, dear sister of mine
I love you, oh, graceful sister of mine
~Marian~
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
It's always been you!
If only you realized how much you mean to me,
Not a moment goes by when I don't stop to think about you,
Your peculiarity alone can do that,
And, that's always been you!
What makes you so special?
In layman terms,
You are my greatest strength
And, my greatest weakness.
The serenity in your halcyon heart,
The charisma of your captivating eyes,
The elegance in your illustrious smile,
The tenderness of your seductive lips,
The spark in your gentle touch,
The gracefulness of your alluring neck,
The radiance in your dazzling lustrous hair,
The lure of your hypnotizing heaving *****
The haven in your scintillating navel,
The holiness of your ravishing waist,
The sanctity of your fascinating hips,
The wickedness in your mesmerising curves,
For my hopes lie on,
The gateway to your heart,
That is now open,
Through the divine pathway in your sacred forest,
Filled with untold and concealed secrets,
And, mysteries unknown to man,
For I hope to touch, nurture and caress,
Every deep wall in you,
For you are the prayer to my appetite,
And, the incarnation of my desires,
It is now that I get the privilege of being a being,
To realize,
You complete me!
You are desire,
You are passion,
The inspiration for wanting more in life,
The personification of loving life itself.
The paragon of my eroticism,
And, not an end will there be,
For my ***** crave,
To be destroyed,
By the ****** dynamite you are.
An eternal pleasure in sensual misery you are,
And, a heaven in my hell,
The zenith of all climaxes,
And, the paradigm for my resurrection.
The yearning for the man in me,
You are!
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
my fantasizes
haven't even been this remotely close,
to what i laid my eyes on.
she was perfect,
just amazing,
absolutely stunning,
with the perfect shade of skin tone,
and perfect with touch.
a goddess like ***
with a soul so well developed
and pure
that her soul instantly created a chain reaction with mine
simply breathtaking,
what a piece of "strong black woman"
with gracefulness and individuality
and a "Erykah Badu" style.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Pretty (adj):
1. pleasing or attractive to the eye, as by delicacy or gracefulness;
"Pretty" is a word that's been spewed at you since the day you were born,
A social standard set upon you that you had yet to even hear, but it was being used to describe you instantly;
A "pretty little girl", a "pretty face", "pretty eyes", "pretty smile", "pretty outfit",
Did anyone ever stop to wonder if you'd have a pretty soul?
What about the way you could be brought to tears at the thought of shaming homeless people or victims of abuse, how your heart felt like it was ripping out of your chest when you heard about someone who was struggling,
They didn't seem to care that you tested highest in compassion, they just wanted to know where you got your dress from.
As you grew older the adjective turned from an innocent compliment to what seemed like a snide remark,
The word "pretty" began to eat you from the inside out every time it was said
like you should measure your worth in how delicate others find you;
You stopped accepting "pretty" as a compliment when it turned into an adjective that was only associated with girls that were more than average but less than beautiful,
You stopped accepting "pretty" as a compliment when it became an antonym of strong,
like "pretty" girls were things that would break if you talked too loud, as if loving a "pretty" thing could never be synonymous with loving a durable or sturdy or resilient thing.
D.A. Sharp once said
"You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just "pretty"."
And so when someone kindly placed the word in a sentence referring to you you learned to automatically put it into quotations because they were just trying to be nice,
They didn't know they were reducing you to outer beauty, that "pretty" seemed less like a compliment the more it was said, like people couldn't figure out another way to describe you,
As if God hadn't already intricately woven the threads of your DNA, as if he hadn't perfectly tinted every hair on your head to be its crisp burnt color or hand painted the irises of your eyes,
No, "pretty" could no longer cut it.
Because you had been made for bigger and better things,
Those "pretty" eyes of yours will one day see things that God hadn't originally intended anyone to have to see, and those "pretty" hands of yours will have to pick up the pieces of a heartache that God had never wanted you to know and put them back together, and those "pretty" lips of yours are the same lips that will stand in front of sin and tell it that you have chosen Jesus.
Because "pretty" is fine,
but you have been fearfully and wonderfully made, a masterpiece of the Creator.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
I am a white, Jewish girl from Florida.
Hit me.
Hit me with your white girl jokes,
Your Jewish American Princess stereotypes.
I will giggle and squeal right along with you.
Because yeah,
I do order white chocolate mocha frappuchinos from Starbucks,
I Instagram pictures of my nails,
I take selfies, whiten my teeth, straighten my hair,
Shop at Forever21 and drink Naked Juice like it is my job.
Yeah, my daddy buys me things,
I don’t pay for my data plan,
There’s no way in hell I would drive a sedan,
I wear Nike shorts and avoid any nearby cameraman,
And let me tell you, I love jamming out to old school Britney Spears.
Hit me one more time, because none of that means I am any less intelligent,
Any less diligent,
Any less likely to face judgment
Than any other slice of diversity around me –
I am a white, Jewish girl
My nose is not its own cartoon,
I eat bagels (but I absolutely hate lox),
I’m not tan or even the least bit tinted,
And god knows I don’t wear Uggs.
Tell me I need to get married young,
Major in business,
Wear clothes that leave me airless,
Get some of that European gracefulness,
But don’t tell me I’m dumb.
Don’t tell me I’m not thoughtful.
I’m a white girl.
Take a glance at my resourcefulness,
Understand my goals of being ambitious,
Get rid of your own stereotype-inducing cockiness,
And notice me in all of my flawlessness.
Because I am a white girl,
And I am unique, strong, inventive,
Empowered, passionate, adventurous,
Indomitable, unbeatable.
I am an individual –
Not part of some whole that you put me in to stabilize your mold,
Not the example of a societally scatterbrained ***** meant to be your centerfold,
Not a previously worn-out piece of clothing thrown to the gutter unsold,
Rather a human being of my own rules and my own morals
A human being with ideas and intelligence and power,
A white, Jewish girl,
A person.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
*
This is being referred as qualitative summary of a person’s
spiritual conditions at the final point of a life time,
including his moral values, spiritual liabilities
and the net worth as assets
in his or her Holiness or Godliness.
This is shown at the left column.
The first part of the life’s balance sheet shows
all the sinful deeds or belongings.
The second part shows all
the bountiful gracefulness as liabilities.
This is shown at the right column.
This is also called as the statement of condition
of a person while on his last and
final confiscation or end of life.
Both left and right columns should match
or tally to qualify for a life in the next world.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 4:36 AM UTC
She smiles at the world
Everyone adores this girl
She radiates love
Like the Angels are giving her to us from above
Oh, how I watch her
Covered up in that faux fur
Oh, I want to be who she is
I watch her gracefulness as my soda starts to fizz
It explodes on me, drenching me head to toe
Everyone points and laughs and her smile starts to grow
I run away and start to cry
I feel a hand on me and he whispers, Hi
I blink up at him and see who it is
Why, its her boyfriend, Chris
Are you okay?
I'm fine, at least for today
He smiles at me and I die inside
He wipes off my face and I almost cried
Again, he kisses my cheek and says Let's hang out
She won't mind, we are breaking up. Don't pout
I smile and realize that me and you?
We are beautiful too
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
"Tell me about you," he said.
"What would you like to know?" she asked."
Everything," he said."
That could take some time," she said."
I have time," he said.
He listened, and watched.
He looked & listened for a live mind, live heart and live eyes.
He hoped he would find contradictions.
Confidence and vulnerability.
Energy and stillness.
Gracefulness and stumbling.
At home in a five-star hotel or eating pizza at home.
Enjoying silly jokes and impassioned debate.
A personality to express and a desire to please.
He was not without checkboxes to be filled, of course;
we are none of us blank sheets.
But he did not seek perfection.He sought someone very real.
A woman with thoughts, feelings, passions.
A woman who has known highs and lows, and been lost to neither.
A woman who has things she will not compromise.
A woman who has things about which she cares deeply.
A woman who lives a philosophy of her own creation.
A woman who rejects mediocrity.
A woman who wishes to be tied and dominated in the bedroom,
and to have doors held open for her outside it.
He knew what he sought was rare.
He knew the hunt would take time.
But he had found it before, and would find it again.
And he was in no hurry.
His friendship was widely available,
though his truly close friends few in number.
His sexuality to the compatible ones.
The whole of him, though ... everything;
that would be available only to one.
To an incredibly rare & valuable creature.
With her, he would share it all.
They would venture into dark, hard places together.
Then emerge into light, laughter-filled ones.
They would share their minds, bodies, hearts, souls.
They would share their dreams and their fears.
She would share the whole of her with him, and he with her.
It would begin with the smallest step.
She would read this, and respond.
Perhaps with a few paragraphs, perhaps with a few pages.
He waited, patiently.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
There will always be
Something to admire
In the poetic gracefulness
Of horizontal desire
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
The acorn worries little about the oak it will become
The tulip bulb nestles in the dark prepared to see the sun
For in the nature of these things is destiny's own seed
The force that spins the planet and hollows the river reed.
We are nature too, we come from dust, we come from stars
Like the oak is in the acorn Providence is ours
The swan is not yet graceful whilst traveling on land
Ah, but when she finds the water, she floats on nature planned
Watch the fuzzy caterpillar, keep him captive in your hand
But when destiny is done with him, he will flutter high above the land
What makes us think we are different or any less bestowed
With gifts that come embedded, that nurtured, will unfold?
Does the moon know it's own phases? Is the sun warmed by it's own light?
Is the hawk aware of it's gracefulness as it glides in perfect flight?
Does the apple tree yearn to apple, does the grass pray to grow?
Do the dolphins leap self-consciously, are they putting on a show?
Or is it only humankind, so aware of it's every move,
Too self-conscious to relax, and enter Nature's groove?
How do we quiet the persistent mind that insists that a plan we make
That maps out neatly, step by step, the course our lives will take?
How do we nurture what is in our nature and trust a greater force
To lead us simply by the heart and take a wiser course?
We will not find in books nor in tests exactly what to do
For what is in our hearts to try, is up to me and you.
We trust the force that is in the seed, that directs the night and day
But when it comes to our own lives, we had rather steer the way.
While we plan our lives and set our goals, can we reserve a place for grace?
And trust that in the greater scheme, we, too, have been set a place?
To all the powers that we hone, let us add an element of trust
That each of us are acorns, too, that there is an oak in all of us.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
A Haiku, beauty.
Embracing its gracefulness.
The picture of poise.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
Infatuation
I've notice u b4 walking my way
With Plenty attempts 4 me to say hey
But my reluctance always seems to let u get away
Who r u really -it's a mystery to me
Ur Beauty and gracefulness is all I c
I often look in the mirror to practice my conversation
U know a brief introduction a bit of charm and a little persuasion
Wht Eva the occasion ur always dress the part
I know a women like u have broken many hearts
Where do I start when I do get ur attention
Should I voie my good qualities or share my intentions
And that is only to insure u be treated like the goddess u r
Do I have to possess a significant income jewelry or a fancy car
Well thts just something u would have to c for urself
Come b a part of this voyage me & u no one else
****** Cupid ur a muthafucka got me all tangled in my emotions sounding like a sucka
But *** it I can't keep this feeling inside
Got to lay it all out on the table -I got nothing hide
Wht qualities make u boo -is my question to u
I mean who r u really and wht r u into
It's like a riddle w/no answers a mystery w/no clue
And at the end of the day I'm gonna be me and ur gonna be you
But all this information I just keep inside
And it is because of tht reason why I write this scribe
To gain ur attention I have had many occasions
But when ur near it's like my mind go on vacation
So with tht being said u keep me in amazement
And until I build up my courage just consider this an INFATUATION
By: @mr_p3rs0nality
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed
Brings purity to darkenedness
You bring with you a light loved one
To shine on earth in loveliness
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed
Your feathers fork-like have become
You soar with ease and happiness
To free us from our loneliness
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed
Brings purity to darkenedness
A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard
By using wisdom with our words
In gracefulness you deeply roam
With eyes of every Angel bird
A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard
To rise above is to be shown
That life can often be absurd
And if emotions should be stirred
A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard
By using wisdom with our words
To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane
The spirit cannot be constrained
Distance will help you see clearly
The answers that will soon explain
To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane
Create a loving energy
That's easy for you to maintain
And you will reach a higher plane
To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane
The spirit cannot be constrained
With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow
Enlighten us to what we know
As days pass by forgetfully
We misplace insights we behold
With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow
The song you sing of trinity
With holy magic you bestow
All Saints and Gurus overflow
With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow
Enlighten us to what we know
© tHE tERRY tREE
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
The beauty of a snowflake is
seed with impurity.
A dust atom the foundation
of its crystallisation.
An air of heaven meeting earth,
a divine tango of melting gracefulness;
watering this cold cursed Earth
© Qwey.ku 2023
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 4:09 AM UTC
if I had to count all those who hurt me
I'd have to count 'till infinity
if I counted those who did me wrong
I wouldn't have the power to stay strong
if those who help and those who hurt
engaged in a war
even the darkness of my mind
could protect me no more
but I'll remain faithful
for sunsets, for love
for the broken stars above
for beauty, for peace
for the gracefulness of trees
for happiness, for my family
but most of all for me; yes, me
I'll always suffer faithfully
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Some people were naturally graceful
She was not
But
She taught herself how to be;
She taught herself the powers of
intimidation by ****** tension,
gracefulness,
and how to look like an iceberg was harboring your heart at all hours of the day
She taught herself how to
flare her nostrils and
elongate her eyes to where they scared the living **** out of you
but turned you on just as well
She taught herself how to
steal hearts and
break necks and
fill eyes with lust
She taught herself how to look like a ******* bat straight out of hell
but god forbid
that she teach herself how to love
She was a glorified bachelorette,
a dignified eye catcher;
And if anyone could say no to a diamond ring
and a promise of forever,
She could;
And that scared him more than the prospect of ***
with one woman
for the rest of his life
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Bound to the body
Stuck to the earth
Crawling across the earth
Feeling so heavy
Deep inside
I feel a memory
Something so much better
A hidden treasure
Turning back within I
search for something hidden
Twist and turn, scoff and spit
Something precious deep inside
Then one day
When lost in greed
Take over by an envy
In the darkest way
I gently push
With new parts
And feel a warm
Flash of loving light
Suddenly I feel
A space inside
A sweet essence
Like a perfume
Floating free
With the lightest flutter
Like the touch of a feather
I feel so delicate
My whole world
Opening up
A bright light shine
Down onto me
And I see Gods sun
Shine right through me
And all now is beautiful
Surrounded by my
True colours
Lightly flying full and free
With spots of
Kindness, gentleness
Soft patches of friendliness
Laced together
With a gracefulness
As I carry a
Peaceful presence
All disfunctional ties inside and out
Discarded and dropped
All should's and should not's
All swallowed by a change
All my negatives
Are now positives
The need for Love
Has now all gone
As deep inside
Slipping down a slide
my esence
I find
Is
made of
LOVE!
As I love and love
Bounce and bounce
From flower to flower
Dance and play
Sharing is
My only intention
For
I find
LOVE
is simply
FREE !
Like a pink waterfall
I can only share
As time passes by
I realize freedom
Is not left of right
Or even
Right or wrong
Freedom is being
Who you truly are
Just letting
All that is real
Really shine
Its your deepest
Purest essence inside
Time for letting
Your
Beauty
UNFOLD
Its looking in the
Mirror knowing
You are beautiful
In every single way
360 degrees all around
And loving
What you see
Is being
Completely free
By being simply
ME
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Her beauty is that of a million diamonds glittering with perpetual gracefulness; each reflecting its own ray of light making brilliant patterns,
She in herself an integral part; a masterpiece of God’s finest art,
As His giant gentle hands molded her He knew exactly who she would be,
She would be the one whose voice is so calm; calm enough to hear the whispers of angels from the depth of eternity,
Whose smile blaze with sullen magic; enough to penetrate through the sandstones of the hills and mountains,
She will be in her human self a miracle on the face of existence; whose beauty is indescribable in words; a joy to watch when she grazes the floor with her graceful walk,
To see the eyes of men attendant and respectful; and the eyes of women upholding the hypothesis of her dignify honor when she talks,
She will be that lady who moves with such flawless coherence of elegance and perpetual gracefulness that dead heart beat when she pass,
Sending off a wave of unstinted pleasure to their inhumane face in amazement to her indefinable class,
She will be that lady whose voice command respect; so much respect that no bird dares sing in the planet when she talks,
In view of the universe being created around her immaculate gracefulness; the earth would rotate and dance in congruence to the luxuriant wave of her sweet voice,
waxing strong in her ambiance such to believe in her ineffable gift of completeness; for her presence is bliss seasoned with perfection,
She will be a dowager queen who radiates lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance; So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of her presence,
same very angels would spread their wings in adoration so she could graze upon them,
those same angels would seek and find solitude in the ambiance of her meticulous tenderness,
wishing that the melody from her luxuriant voice could be turn into songs; they will forever dance to its tune of sublime perfection,
wishing they could bask in the warmth of her smile; they will never forget to mask their face with it,
wishing they could bath with the purity that springs from her immaculate eyes; they will remain forever sacred,
wishing their names could be transcribed into the adoring letters of her name; for they shall forever bear the name HANNAH.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Madison GRACE
Her Cello sings of beauty and earnest rays surene
Such a lovely Graceful Daffodil sitting atop the smiling Moon
Her beauty winks at the Moon which admires her beautiful face
Which brings such sunrays slanting and dancing through the world
And singing to it at Night and hushes the world to sleep
With her beautiful voice which matches her enchanting face
Everyone stops to smile at my Emerald gem sparkling
All day and all Night long bringing hope and bringing all the other lovely things
Snowflakes lacy and lovely kiss her smiling face. . .No she is the Snow
Which dances gracefully from the grey sky
And waltzing on the pine trees
My oh my such beauty she bears and such lovely Grace
She is the sun and it's rays dancing down from above
Sweetly she fills the world with love
Such gracefulness and peace comes from her
Flows from her like a sparkling creek dazzling my eyes
Shimmers like a lake and dazzling like a river
Like a gazelle she is graceful in every way
She is my old fashioned Victorian Princess
Of The Dew Kissed Hibiscus
And we walk through the Enchanted Hibicus Mountain
Full of peaceful solitude and beauty
Such extreme beauty matches that of my Madi's face
Full of tenderness, kindness, and love
As she flys upon wings of a dove
Bringing peace to all her see her
As she bestows them with gemstone leis
And Moonstone kisses--so enchanting on this
Romantic Night where Jades kiss her own
Emerald face of beauty and care!
~Marian~
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
God help those, who help themselves?
God bless those that helps one another.
Thanksgiving comes from giving and realizing that God gave the best gift to us.
One was life.
The other was Jesus.
So essentially, we are blessed each day with Thanksgiving.
We, unselfish comprehend that one word meaning.
We, who love kindly?
Doesn't do many things without a reason.
God gives blessings constantly.
And we should adapt to that one great quality.
Let no negative be applied to your name.
When you had the chance to go out of your way.
Gratitude doesn't come with an attitude.
But from the gracefulness expressed by you with love.
Which started from up above.
Thanksgiving contains two words.
And both are words of comfort.
Boast not about things you do.
But be humble of the kindness within you.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
There is a certain gracefulness
in falling to your doom.
As all the broken things surround you,
as all the lost things keep you
from the dark.
And there
in the Dark,
is a place
where shadows call home.
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
We seek Him.
He seeks us.
We seek prayers.
He seeks to save us.
Yes, God truly loves us.
If he have thought about giving up.
We would never know.
Because we are not God.
We see color.
He see us.
We see hatred.
He see love.
We see selfishness.
He see gracefulness.
We see anger.
He see calmness.
Is it a wonder that the Lord loves us?
We see trouble.
He see temperance.
We see breakup.
He see makeup.
All the things he see within us.
If we only believe that God knows the way for us to handle things.
We see negative.
He see positivity surrounding us.
We are blessed.
He alone has blessed us.
We all should trust in him.
He has complete trust in us.
We adapt to him.
He don't adapt to us.
Yes, God see the best in us to succeed.
Again, if we only honestly believe.
We see fights.
He see peace.
For He alone know wars will be the destruction of us all.
We seek closure.
He seeks openess.
He want us to testify with truth.
That He alone is God and that no other exist like him.
He was here in the beginning.
He'll be there in the end.
He's God
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Beneath the arch,
among the branches,
the maunder of her eyes
finds noir in an afterimage,
every reflection is unique,
explicit and indivisible,
every reflection is her,
there she looks close
for gracefulness,
in the essays of her skin
and their brazen transparencies,
she enters into her body fable,
the shape of her resembles
the tenor viol: where it widens,
where it narrows,
where it digresses
and monochromes,
she reflects a fragile geography,
a soft cargo, but
an inkling of hurricane,
rendering the fault lines
beautiful and strong,
in supplication tomorrow's explorer
will disturb the patterns
until she's become her own lullaby
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
These love filled pools of your eyes
I would forsake my life for them
intoxicating like lakhs of goblets of wine
these love filled pools of your eyes
Roses of love blossom in your cheeks
the audacious wind dances kissing your lips
the faint smile that is hinted by your lips
is one for which lovers would willingly die
these love filled pools of your eyes
Your youth is as pure and daring as drops of rain
wonder how many secrets your thoughtless, languid, eyelashes contain
waves of the river maybe likened to your walk
looking at its gracefulness, others would stand still
these love filled pools of your eyes
Your form, like a doe, is innocent and playful
your spirit is fragrant as a branch laden with flowers
your hair spill into waves and coil serpentine
looking at them, could you tell me why not to bear lovesickness?
these love filled pools of your eyes
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले
इनपर है कुर्बान मेरी जाँ,
लाखों-लाखों मधुशालें
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले।
प्रणय पुष्प का लाल रंग गालों पर खेल रहा झूम-झूम,
झूम रहा गुस्ताख पवन तेरे मस्त लबों को चूम-चूम,
ईन चटख गुलाबी होठो पर पतली सी मुस्कान है जो,
इस मुस्कान के कारण तो मीट-मीट जाएँ दिलवाले,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले......
सावन के उच्चश्रृंखल बूंदों सा यौवन है बेबाक तेरा,
बेपरवाह अलसाये पलकों में जाने कितना राज भरा,
चंचल सरिता की इठलाती लहर सी मतवाली तेरी चाल है जो,
देख के ऐसी चाल को दिलवर ठिठके ना क्यूं चलने वाले,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले.....
अल्हड़ वन हिरनी सी चंचल कमनीय कमर मलवाली,
सुरभित हो तुम ऐसे जैसे लदी फूलों की डाली,
नागिन जैसे इतराते बलखाते तेरे काले केश हैं जो,
देख इन्हें तुम ही कहो क्यों रोग मोहब्बत का ना पालें,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले...........
English translation is given by Karishma ji
Thanks to her
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC