"peahen" poems
Male:
Main tennu eevein chaahnda,
<Yo baby! I love you like this,>
Jeevein Mor koi Morni nu - haaye...
<Like a peacock loves a peahen, yeah...>
^_^
Together:
Saath poori jindadi daa...
<Well we'll be togetha foreva...>
Ehi saddaa vaada hai - haaye...
<Yea this is our commitment - yo...>
^_^
Male:
Jadon tu kitey meri jindadi vich jaaye, haaye...
<If you go away from my life someday, may mercy be upon me...>
Naal meri jindadi v jaaye, haaye...
<Along may go my life too, yea...>
^_^
Female:
*Ke main tennu eevein chaahndi,
<That I love you like this,>
Jeevein Mor nu koi Morni ** - haaye...
<Like a peahen loves a peacock, yeah...>
Jadon main tennu kadi mildi haan,
<When I meet you,>
Bol paendiyaan akkhaan teriyaan, haaye...
<Your eyes start talking, yea...>
Main tennu eevein chaahndi,
<I love you like this,>
Jeevein Mor nu koi Morni ** haaye...
<Like a peahen loves a peacock, yea...>*
^_^
Male:
Main tennu eevein chaahnda,
<Yo baby! I love you like this,>
Jeevein Mor koi Morni nu - haaye...
<Like a peacock loves a peahen, yeah...>
^_^
Female:
*Main tennu eevein chaahndi,
<I love you like this,>
Jeevein Mor nu koi Morni ** haaye...
<As if a peahen loves a peacock, yea...>*
^_^
Together:
Saath poori jindadi daa...
<Well we'll be togetha foreva...>
Ehi saddaa vaada hai - haaye...
<Yea this is our commitment - yo...>
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Hey, met any hot chicks lately?
Yeah, that peahen is looking at me,
soon the others will too -
not at you, buddy…Oh yeah. Get real.
Just wait till I display my train of shimmering colors
and you’ll see the peahens making a beeline for me -
and you’ll have to bury your head
in the ground for shame
like those silly ostriches do…
All males have their self-esteem hurt in my presence, sure;
you’re no exception – don’t feel too bad…you’re just bad…
The last time I displayed my train,
hey - I caused mayhem in the ancient Indian forests
as the peahens went wild…
that’s why they’ve placed a ban on me
in the land
and how I ended up in this reserve
but I’m not the one to worry,
yeah, brother
you’d better step aside
and let me show you how
I call it the Kama Sutra of the Peacock Gyrations -
learn a bite or a posture and you might
be able to put your gene-stamp
on future generations…
now if you’ll excuse me,
I’ve got a thing or two to do
with these peahens clamoring
for a peck and a neck leading
vigorously to do
the mating dance with me
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Peacock with your feathers so bright,
So blue and beautiful, so full of might,
You stand up tall, proud and bold,
You have so many adventures yet to be told.
Peahen you’re so shy and demure,
Something about you feels unsure,
You don’t know what you want just yet,
You will find out soon, there’s no need to fret.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
Once there was a jungle
Every creature great & small
Was given special gifts there
God, he gave them ALL.
He gave monkeys humor
He gave gazelles grace
But the peacock was quite special
He gave HIM the fairest face!
Now, as with all great blessings
This one had a curse
The peacock... quite spectacular!
But he had an ugly VOICE!
Peacock screeched displeasure!
He spread his tail... and then...
He saw his greatest curse of all
His VERY plain PEAHEN!!
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
She's a peahen,
I kindled the bird,
And me her peacock.
O she loved me crazily,
She stayed here till long,
Until she'd realised it,
That she could fly.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
*~~~
When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited
The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window
When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts
At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits
After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen
My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose
And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!
Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen*
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
We are getting married one day,
The next night we shall make love,
You will be my dear peahen darling,
And oh! Only I shall be your peacock,
We shall ****** each other lovingly,
Your dam will be breached when,
Steamy love is made standing...
We would take a bath together,
My hands will be on your peaks,
Your hands'll be on my shoulder,
Getting closer we'll just get bolder,
The lovehole'll swallow lovepole,
Our rhythm'll get much harder,
'Oh yes baby!' So we both cry!!!
In the end, both of us attain *******
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Across the width of the shiny railings
a wooden stick was dragged.
Beneath the beady eye of the peacock
quite a lot of skin sagged.
Through lack of sleep.
The peacock wished he had a penny
for every time he was awoken.
he longed for a decent nap
without the pattern broken.
All he wanted was sleep.
So he became an angry peacock
and showed his venom in his tail
Out shot each and every eye on the feather
a picture of beauty to unveil.
He wanted peace and quiet.
The children delighted in this act
and thought he was putting on a show.
They dragged their sticks furiously
Little did they care or even know.
So the peacock refused to sleep
slumped in a corner forever and a day.
Then came along a peahen dull as dishwater
the peacock was excite, didn't know what to say.
She is dull but I will compensate for that
He shook his feathers to impress.
The little lady strutted by oblivious
thought he was in fancy dress.
Well.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
The Hummingbird
The golden egg, an Owl put
In the nest of nerd,
Out of which came then
The Hummingbird.
A gemmy nestling saw nerd,
the sooty Raven
He was terribly shocked and
in grief driven.
Aware Peahen asked Raven
Eyes aren wet?
Seethingly he answered her
The little I hate.
The restless little flatters,
As a bee unstable
And hovers above flowers
Which do wobble.
Belated Peahen took Raven
To Peacock White.
The incident she explained,
And story did recite.
Let my wisdom penetrate,
In thy empty brain,
Love begets love; hate hate
Said Whitish sane.
Take care of her, no her liberty,
The little be free.
Wish she pearches on loyalty;
A branch of Tree.
S. Bharat
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
Welcoming the Rain
The Peacock dances
Opening its feathers
With beautiful colours
Attracting the peahen
Expressing his love
Blue and green feathers
Open like an umbrella
Make the peahen
Fall in love with him !
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Baby, you're a liar!
You told me that it was real,
I thought real was forever,
But no!
Your love was real but weak,
I thought you were my peahen,
And myself your peacock.
But you loved just the bling,
The most shallow part of love,
You were never my dove.
Coz in the end you ditched me,
Chose over a peacock just a ****
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
That frolic pronunciation of words
Moving the Tongue in Motion
The Palate has become Smooth
Excess Saliva in the mouth doesn't come
And the melody is made
Without the knowledge of the mind
That is Called the Songs of Heart,
Songs of Freedom
Outburst the Words
Of Love
Find Fascination
Grown the rhythm of life
Where Peacocks unclogging their feathers
The rain drops on the desert
Flowers bloom in hope
Dreams to fly on wings
Seeking Love
There Peacock has found his Peahen
Flowers Spread Fragrances
Music melts into melody,
In words
In Souls
Moving the River into the Sea
And where there is floated
A Fearless
Love Boat
From one end
To the another Horizon
And where we found our lost existence
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Bullock carts moving forward
With the music of jingling bells
Women walking like a peahen
Balancing mud pots of water
On their head with a band
Women churning butter from
Milk with the churning rod
Men with their spades to fields
Ready for the ploughing
Boys,with their tool, catapult
Aiming at the juicy mangoes
Little girls running with laughter
To the call of a bangle-seller
Old men sitting in the verandah
Memorising their days of youth
Fruit selling woman calling out loud
Bananas,Apples,Mangoes
Smoke from the chimneys
Like an engine of a train
Red chillies, turmeric and coriander
Spread on sheets in the sunlight
Goats and calves crying out in
Search of their pet homes
Village full of greenery with
Gulmohars, Banyan and Neem
Busy with their daily duties
Happy with no disappointments
The villagers of olden days !
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Oh I'm coming back home
though I'm sitting still
with Dove and Owl on my windowsill.
They sound, they sing, they're whispering:
The stars keep on spinning.
And the stars keep on spinning.
Peahen to Owl is hiding a scowl;
They don't know each other much anyway.
She's quietly cross
and has nothing to say,
but that's just because
Owl might take Dove away.
Treetrunk is standing
as the steeples are sighing,
for chipmunk is chipping
the hours away.
Oh I will remember today.
How I'll remember today.
The mountains, they smirk
at the secrets that lurk
in plainsight, in view,
but to children are new:
*Cherrosa lerosa
fleurisa lilanca.*
Nothing never changes:
Ever always will.
Owl is happy; Dove is quite snappy,
but let's not get ahead
and just smile instead.
Let's just smile instead.
Look up and live
and shrug at the skies
because the future is full
of i-don't-know-whys.
Time will yet tell if all turns out well:
Tomorrow is today in disguise.
Starberry summers stuck in my head
skip around and play,
so I just smile instead.
Oh how I'll remember today.
*Cherrosa lerosa
fleurisa lilanca.*
the stars they keep spinning away.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Today, the hot sun baked the orange leaves
like toast on the lush over-grown grass while
I meditated on indifference,
apathy amalgamated with acceptance, filling
my heart and chest with a confusion
about whether I should even care
whether it's worth my time
whether I even have the courage.
And as the ground beneath me rose and fell
cars passing me like stars, as I weaved my way
back into the darkness, I remembered
that more often than I ever admit
I was the peahen in Darwin's
big book, admiring those feathers;
the soft, light skin, the blue eyes,
the beautiful smile;
all hauntingly forbidden.
Because, when you've gone
so many days without water,
and the desert isn't getting any smaller,
perhaps it's just easier to lie down
and remember the orange leaves
on the green grass
beneath the empty trees.
Today, I remember, and die;
unable to forget how long
I've been dehydrated.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
Primordial:
In cobalt depths
Once were orchestrated
Movements dark
And full of promise
Earth’s wet womb
Birthed molecular seeds
Which joining, grew
And fighting, died
Light at first a fear
To eyes unformed
And then, the source
Of every move toward
Our progeny then
Mere copies of ourselves
Split in two
Unto similar trillions
Primitive:
The peacock plumage pressed
In gestures choreographed
Through subtle suggestion:
The tilt of the peahen’s head
Acutely perched
An aerie serves
As fortress for
Two soaring hawks
Elephant ears
Hearing footfalls
Cross dusty tundra
Seeking union
The joust of lions
Almost drawing blood
In ***** play
Lolling by twos at dusk
Personal:
My cobalt depths
Brew sinewy music
In senseless synchrony
Striving to see
Beyond the atomy
Of ceaseless repetition
Mistakes made
By blind replication
Fear’s eyes guide
My movements to the light
To orient
My inclination
As peacock and hawk
To preen and soar
As elephant and lion
To listen and lust
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
Her long neck filled with tiny torquiose feathers
In the light , they glare as aurora flares
The flock it herds in the wild
In her is the judge to keep them live
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
One of the beautiful creatures to witness
She upholds her survival in wilderness
Her flock she guards by her own breath
Feast their full on her watch in wild
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
In a perfect ambience to view
The image of her symbol reminds a proud guardian
Chest high , head tall , eyes wide
She holds the stare of lion in hunt
On a cloudy day, the alpha hen leads the way
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
The inevitable death,
once, only momentarily, dies—
just for a pause,
like a blink in open eyes—
then passes this
whooping, precious,
deathless garland
over to her.
Just in one single sip,
you drank it in—
that painstakingly unique,
imperishable elixir of being.
The timeless time sprawls,
spotless and fine,
across the ages—
echoing through undying rhymes,
tuned into countless tunes
on this deathless-dead skeleton
that breathes, that hums:
"Alhamdulillahi Rabbil Aalameen."
The note before the sun sings,
in the Night of Creations—
within, and without.
Translation...
is never enough.
The nexus of time
burst across the ages.
The dew left the rose—
not to fall,
but to stir
the ocean’s deep heart.
Credible, nature!
The blue peahen of the sky
scurries down
into that innermost drop—
it flows in the soul,
in a thousand and one rhythms,
in the swell of song,
a perfect, complete drop.
As if sound itself remembered its beginning—
The melody-nymph,
in the orchestra of the sea,
lifts the flute to her lips.
Oh, that first music—
mind-blowingly perfect.
There — in that single drop —
floats the sea,
floats the full moon.
A blue lotus shadow
rests on the ocean’s deepest floor.
Clothed in blue upon blue,
sky-hued —
forever shading the air.
Her panache, midstream,
remains out of reach.
Who could ever touch
that forever peerless ******
that numinous, untouchable water-nymph?
Into the vast,
sea-wide goblet
of Tahura’s wine,
all the thirsty warriors
drowned deep.
Even time took a deep breath of Ma,
knowing not what was coming.
Then you arrived — wondrous Shaaqi,
from the far side of the eternal shore.
Measured for just one sip,
Your Highness—
you poured it, indeed:
all that is death,
made immortal sweet.
Start to finish,
all in all,
everything came
to soothe the eyes —
even the grave-dirt
was placed in your hands.
A single fistful of loosened soil…
You became life
to this death-struck soul,
yet never did you let it slip
into life’s final flow.
How can I ever forget you —
in life?
Or in death?
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
Once lived in a heavenly planet
Forced me to jot down some memories
Of the most chilled vibes of mountains
To rejoice the feelings once more
Deep in the land of ice and snow
There surrounded the most steeped mountains though
With a river filled with chilled water
And some huge rocks on riverbed side
Air of there was free from pollution
And was so pure to breath well
That feels like fresh air gave a cheers to breeze
And that made our breath feel like a foggy smoke
All that seems like a heavenly place to live within
The shining golden sun peeping from mountain
With its dazzling rays of sunshine
On the dew drops of grassland
Bring crystal clear droplets all over the land
The chirping birds sang in its sweet rhythms
And all that lovely things
Made pleasant morning sights
Which made our heart warm
Even in the most freezing days
During the winter’s peak
Some years bring frosty snow
And that white snow layered all around
Like a dancing white peacock
Mesmerising a white peahen
To live in its snowy feathers
for life long
During the admiring spring seasons
The flower blossoms everywhere
With varieties of butterflies
And bees wandering here and there
In the most beautiful gardens
Like a daydream of a fairy tale
And the waterfall from mountains
Seems like a white snowy bird
Which flew down with its wings
To sit on the narrow stream of river
To enjoy the taste of fresh water
Makes an everlasting view of life
No wonder how the beauty of nature
Captured our lives so far
And being in love with this nature
Bring lots of loving memories
And that memories of mother nature
Can never fade with decades
Joy of those childhood days
Can never comeback
Nor the happiness among friends
Who are divided so far
Neither does the feeling of lived life
Can be enjoyed
Nor does it can be explained here
With few words
While in the land of blessed nature
There were some most painful part
Many of them lost their loved ones there
And the lost ones became a soul in the sands of riverbed
All that painful memories of loved ones
Became a mourning cry for many bleeding hearts
Which still cannot vanish like a nightmare
But one more chance if got in that heavenly land
Will not be enough to rejoice there
Which gave us the everlasting memories
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
Was she, a woman of beauty
Florets gaze at her with jealousy
Attractive brown eyes were they
Roses fall for her lips to say
Borrow me your pinky colour
For my tender lips to gay
Black curly hair that stay
On her shoulder like the Ray
Singing a song on her way
A voice as sweet as honey
Moving in a dancing way
Like the peahen slowly sway
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
*An invisible divine soul
Connecting me with him
No where can I endeavor
The serenity being with him
Dancing in the rain like
An enchanting peahen
His arrival making me merry
In a world of me and my love
As Adam and Eve
No more creations in between
To sunder us from this heavenly body*
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Walked down the street
sat on a park bench,
Seeing young couples
Jogging
the female was beautiful
but her husband looked average
and vice versa
A thought
it's just an interesting one
when God created peacock
he would have loved
then
he would have thought
the beautiful bird to continue
then
he created peahen though
looked average
Is it a god way of balancing
the life on earth?!
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC