"sarees" poems - Hello Poetry

The air thick with dust Cows roaming the streets, Flashing lights and loud noises, Children laughing an playing. Houses painted in sickening colors sarees tumbling from the waists of women. Amazing, flavorful, mouthwatering food. Family and friends, celebrating festivals color in the sky and all around Though there are things both good and bad, I love my homeland and I stand proud.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

sashwathi-sriganesh

My Homeland

The air thick with dust Cows roaming the streets, Flashing lights and loud noises, Children laughing an playing. Houses painted in sickening colors sarees tumbling from the waists of women. Amazing, flavorful, mouthwatering food. Family and friends, celebrating festivals color in the sky and all around Though there are things both good and bad, I love my homeland and I stand proud.

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Yearning for some order I notice patterns in the pavement Racing lines, creating ties, crossing T's and dotting I's Grainy memories collide with one another as I wonder Pondering the source of my observant sense leaving life in sunder Beautifully benign to me, remembering the sea of colour. Yellow, red, green, purple, blue. Colorful of wonderful sarees the cornfields are bright and yellow ripe with laughter the little Indian dancers done up in feathers create a new world all in my eyes.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC

lostngone

Thaipusam

Yearning for some order I notice patterns in the pavement Racing lines, creating ties, crossing T's and dotting I's Grainy memories collide with one another as I wonder Pondering the source of my observant sense leaving life in sunder Beautifully benign to me, remembering the sea of colour. Yellow, red, green, purple, blue. Colorful of wonderful sarees the cornfields are bright and yellow ripe with laughter the little Indian dancers done up in feathers create a new world all in my eyes.

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Since its inception, Aarong has been determined to bring about effective changes in the lives of artisans and underprivileged rural women, by facilitating and advertising their handicraft. Today, it has become the foundation of independent cooperative groups and family-based artisans. Now, it is known as a contemporary life outlet, among people not only in Bangladesh, but all over the world. This wedding season, you can adorn yourself with one of Aarong’s festive looks. On November 17, Aarong launched their latest product line – the Wedding Collection. Aarong has introduced a series of looks and styles to try out this wedding season for brides, the bridal entourage and the wedding attendees. What’s more, they are promoting Jamdani, Muslin and Katan sarees as the choice of outfits to wear for the bride and her close ones. The line is introducing bridal wear in some uncommon hues, moving away from the routine “red” to peach, pink, purple, blue, green and beige. These unconventional colours can also look grand on the big day, and this is the idea that the creators of Aarong are attempting to establish. Jamdani saris will be incorporated with remarkable embroidered and printed blouses, helping ladies look regal on their special day. The wedding entourage also has a lot to look forward to. This special compilation includes Katan and Jamdani sarees, paired with embroidered blouses, ideal for any reception soiree. Katan sarees can be worn in bright or bold colours and contrasted with multi-layered pearl jewellery and complementing blouses. Furthermore, the collection also includes Jamdani saris in light shades such as light pink, peach and white, and these can be paired with frilled petticoats or dupattas. Along with gold, the creators encourage the brides to try out silver jewellery with complementing stones, layered pearl neckpieces and hair ornaments. Hence, the looks are a mix of modern and traditional, and are not only advised for the bride, but also for the close relatives or wedding attendees. This collection also comprises of saris, appropriate for the bridesmaids, the cousins, the sisters, and even the parents of the to-be-weds. Aarong has prepared similar ‘matching’ attires for the bride and the groom, that are perfect for particular occasions like Holud, Mehendi, Aiburo Bhaat, and so on. For the bridegroom, as well as his family and friends, there is also an exclusive range, that includes Sherwanis and Panjabis. Aarong also provides a variety of gift options such as ceramic dinner set, cushion and bed covers, as well as women’s accessories, such as bags and purses.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses

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Dec 2, 2016

Dec 2, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC

judy-smith

Wedding weaves

Since its inception, Aarong has been determined to bring about effective changes in the lives of artisans and underprivileged rural women, by facilitating and advertising their handicraft. Today, it has become the foundation of independent cooperative groups and family-based artisans. Now, it is known as a contemporary life outlet, among people not only in Bangladesh, but all over the world. This wedding season, you can adorn yourself with one of Aarong’s festive looks. On November 17, Aarong launched their latest product line – the Wedding Collection. Aarong has introduced a series of looks and styles to try out this wedding season for brides, the bridal entourage and the wedding attendees. What’s more, they are promoting Jamdani, Muslin and Katan sarees as the choice of outfits to wear for the bride and her close ones. The line is introducing bridal wear in some uncommon hues, moving away from the routine “red” to peach, pink, purple, blue, green and beige. These unconventional colours can also look grand on the big day, and this is the idea that the creators of Aarong are attempting to establish. Jamdani saris will be incorporated with remarkable embroidered and printed blouses, helping ladies look regal on their special day. The wedding entourage also has a lot to look forward to. This special compilation includes Katan and Jamdani sarees, paired with embroidered blouses, ideal for any reception soiree. Katan sarees can be worn in bright or bold colours and contrasted with multi-layered pearl jewellery and complementing blouses. Furthermore, the collection also includes Jamdani saris in light shades such as light pink, peach and white, and these can be paired with frilled petticoats or dupattas. Along with gold, the creators encourage the brides to try out silver jewellery with complementing stones, layered pearl neckpieces and hair ornaments. Hence, the looks are a mix of modern and traditional, and are not only advised for the bride, but also for the close relatives or wedding attendees. This collection also comprises of saris, appropriate for the bridesmaids, the cousins, the sisters, and even the parents of the to-be-weds. Aarong has prepared similar ‘matching’ attires for the bride and the groom, that are perfect for particular occasions like Holud, Mehendi, Aiburo Bhaat, and so on. For the bridegroom, as well as his family and friends, there is also an exclusive range, that includes Sherwanis and Panjabis. Aarong also provides a variety of gift options such as ceramic dinner set, cushion and bed covers, as well as women’s accessories, such as bags and purses.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses

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The other sides of the table aren’t that lavish as your side might be, At the other side of the table there will not be an excess of curry. The puris and bhajis and the halwas that you so dearly eat, Please do not throw them in the dust bin as there are others who too want to eat! Walking down the pink city, I hear the shehnaais and smell the sweet meat. I take a turn into the gali just to get a peek, I do not see the women in shimmery sarees I see the children with ***** hands. They have been rampaging through the bins and run helter- skelter on the instance of an intrusive sound. The dogs are brave, At least they don’t flee when they see me… But, those children are embarrassed to be disturbed while they searched the trash for a small bite! I wonder if the brides and the grooms ever thought That the amount of happiness they spread through the lavish four course buffets, Are but, going to be discarded by people who ate too much. These remnants are then tossed and picked carefully through these bins The children have an almost mechanical drive when picking and tossing through trash heaps The food that you waste is but, a filling meal! Do not waste food; instead, Share it with your neighborhood kid! Food that has been cooked for too many and eaten by too Few. Should not be Discarded into the dust bin, As, its perfectly fine to Reuse, Reduce and Recycle! -Meghna Chatterji

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC

meghnachatterji

On the other side of the table where the Meals are smaller

The other sides of the table aren’t that lavish as your side might be, At the other side of the table there will not be an excess of curry. The puris and bhajis and the halwas that you so dearly eat, Please do not throw them in the dust bin as there are others who too want to eat! Walking down the pink city, I hear the shehnaais and smell the sweet meat. I take a turn into the gali just to get a peek, I do not see the women in shimmery sarees I see the children with ***** hands. They have been rampaging through the bins and run helter- skelter on the instance of an intrusive sound. The dogs are brave, At least they don’t flee when they see me… But, those children are embarrassed to be disturbed while they searched the trash for a small bite! I wonder if the brides and the grooms ever thought That the amount of happiness they spread through the lavish four course buffets, Are but, going to be discarded by people who ate too much. These remnants are then tossed and picked carefully through these bins The children have an almost mechanical drive when picking and tossing through trash heaps The food that you waste is but, a filling meal! Do not waste food; instead, Share it with your neighborhood kid! Food that has been cooked for too many and eaten by too Few. Should not be Discarded into the dust bin, As, its perfectly fine to Reuse, Reduce and Recycle! -Meghna Chatterji

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You find an old trunk In the attic of your nani's house. Bravely braving the dust and Creepy cobwebs, you tip toe, t i p p y t o e towards this testament to the ages. On the heavy, heavy lid lie the introductions of old stories - tucked beneath discarded truths and gilded lily lies. You push the heavy lid up like the brave, brave child that you are. The only sounds - a massive groan, and the absence of your breath. Tucked within are treasures. The first layer - a thin film of castles royal drawbridges, a high tower, several dozen horses, gold necklaces, of Kings and Queens, and the in-betweens. A second sheath Decorated with tales of conquests, a victory here and there, tales of rigid tests, a problem to be solved by the truly good, and the uniquely pure. The last layer sits happily at the bottom. An age-old invitation to all who seek solace. Mumma's old dolls sit beside Nani's soft sarees, faded like her hair, and like her memory. This layer gives warmth. No, it is warmth. The last layer awaits your weary heart, It holds the secret art of curing every bad day. This layer will caress your worries And fold them into itself into oblivion, or perhaps into a Happy Ending.

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC

shivani-lalan

NAPOWRIMO #2 - Children's Stories

You find an old trunk In the attic of your nani's house. Bravely braving the dust and Creepy cobwebs, you tip toe, t i p p y t o e towards this testament to the ages. On the heavy, heavy lid lie the introductions of old stories - tucked beneath discarded truths and gilded lily lies. You push the heavy lid up like the brave, brave child that you are. The only sounds - a massive groan, and the absence of your breath. Tucked within are treasures. The first layer - a thin film of castles royal drawbridges, a high tower, several dozen horses, gold necklaces, of Kings and Queens, and the in-betweens. A second sheath Decorated with tales of conquests, a victory here and there, tales of rigid tests, a problem to be solved by the truly good, and the uniquely pure. The last layer sits happily at the bottom. An age-old invitation to all who seek solace. Mumma's old dolls sit beside Nani's soft sarees, faded like her hair, and like her memory. This layer gives warmth. No, it is warmth. The last layer awaits your weary heart, It holds the secret art of curing every bad day. This layer will caress your worries And fold them into itself into oblivion, or perhaps into a Happy Ending.

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Get ready… Get ready for the initial teeny weeny troubles… Which as the baby grows up - doubles..! Get ready for the sounds of never ending cries… And ofcourse the stains of dropped pies..!! Get ready for the patches of spilt milk… So better store in your sarees, all those that are made of silk..! Get ready to find teddy’s and goofy’s and other stuffed toys all lying here and there.. Not forgetting the guns, dolls and brick games scattered everywhere..!! Get ready for the sleepless nights.. And with the baby around - no dreams of queens and knights..! Get ready for the messy marks of ****** Which often don’t count a lot, after those wetty loving little kisses..!! Get ready for those around the house walks.. In making the baby sleep and in return get those ununderstood squeeky baby talks..! Get ready for those lovely moments of love and affection forever.. And cherish these with tender touches which can be forgotten never..!! Get ready for a whole lot of change - an absolutely new life.. I’m sure which you can tackle for you’re a wonderfully efficient wife..! And yeah..! Be sure to get ready when the baby says - “mother” Do get me another nice and chubby naughty little brother…!! And this one here is a very small prayer… Which comes from the bottom of my heart— For all i can do In helping you Is that I can be here and pray Be the baby hale and hearty to God in my prayers is all I say.. May all dreams that youve seen and have believed in come true.. And may life be smooth and happy and gay and bright for both baby and you…

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May 31, 2022

May 31, 2022 at 11:47 AM UTC

Ain

Get ready...!!!

Get ready… Get ready for the initial teeny weeny troubles… Which as the baby grows up - doubles..! Get ready for the sounds of never ending cries… And ofcourse the stains of dropped pies..!! Get ready for the patches of spilt milk… So better store in your sarees, all those that are made of silk..! Get ready to find teddy’s and goofy’s and other stuffed toys all lying here and there.. Not forgetting the guns, dolls and brick games scattered everywhere..!! Get ready for the sleepless nights.. And with the baby around - no dreams of queens and knights..! Get ready for the messy marks of ****** Which often don’t count a lot, after those wetty loving little kisses..!! Get ready for those around the house walks.. In making the baby sleep and in return get those ununderstood squeeky baby talks..! Get ready for those lovely moments of love and affection forever.. And cherish these with tender touches which can be forgotten never..!! Get ready for a whole lot of change - an absolutely new life.. I’m sure which you can tackle for you’re a wonderfully efficient wife..! And yeah..! Be sure to get ready when the baby says - “mother” Do get me another nice and chubby naughty little brother…!! And this one here is a very small prayer… Which comes from the bottom of my heart— For all i can do In helping you Is that I can be here and pray Be the baby hale and hearty to God in my prayers is all I say.. May all dreams that youve seen and have believed in come true.. And may life be smooth and happy and gay and bright for both baby and you…

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Time didn’t knock. It barged in ripping childhood from our fists like a thief in daylight. The girls we played tag with? Now wear gold chains and bridal sarees, their mothers whispering, “Find a good groom before it’s too late.” The apus who once cursed physics exams now cradle babies, their laughter echoing in kitchens we never entered. And the vaiyas those college gods we once feared, we used to ask, “How does it feel to be grown?” Now we know. And it’s not gentle. It’s brutal. It’s fast. It’s nineteen years old and already nostalgic. We used to dream of this age now we mourn it before it’s even over. We blinked. And the playground turned into wedding halls. The group chats turned into ghost towns. The selfies turned into memories we scroll past but never open. We are the last breath of college life. The final page before the next chapter writes itself without asking.

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC

sumaiya

“Time Didn’t Knock—It Stormed In” (A Poem for the Ones Who Blinked and Grew Up)

Time didn’t knock. It barged in ripping childhood from our fists like a thief in daylight. The girls we played tag with? Now wear gold chains and bridal sarees, their mothers whispering, “Find a good groom before it’s too late.” The apus who once cursed physics exams now cradle babies, their laughter echoing in kitchens we never entered. And the vaiyas those college gods we once feared, we used to ask, “How does it feel to be grown?” Now we know. And it’s not gentle. It’s brutal. It’s fast. It’s nineteen years old and already nostalgic. We used to dream of this age now we mourn it before it’s even over. We blinked. And the playground turned into wedding halls. The group chats turned into ghost towns. The selfies turned into memories we scroll past but never open. We are the last breath of college life. The final page before the next chapter writes itself without asking.

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