Best Agra Poems
Pleasures of Moving on Moon
You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.
Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love,
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.
For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.
While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.
Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth,
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010
• Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet
• Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
• Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
Her last name was Agra, I saw on the bar
My nerves told me, I wouldn’t get very far
But then I did spy
Her first name was Vi
I worried no more as we walked to my car
A name like Vi Agra can make a guy think
Or run like Niagara gone over the brink
But one thing’s for sure
She won’t be a bore
Le’s hope it’s not over before I can blink!
I: Sheep
(A poem about Covid)
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
(They do all exist!)
goblin sharks and pangolins
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
boobies, fried egg jellyfish
happy wrens and teals
sarcastic fringe heads, cock-tailed tyrants
shags, electric eels.
johnny cash tarantulas
slevin's emo skinks
hanging thieves, agra cadabras
turbo shrews and minks.
the mediterranean shame-faced crabs
dugongs, gangly lancers
jesus lizards, pistol shrimps
fossas, spanish dancers.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects
G.. is Akbar!
Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant emperor
whose newly-ordered cosmos
much as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan's blood
mixed gods
invented the Gysin-Burroughs cut-up and fold-in method
a cornucopian chimera
shi'ite-sunnite-kharidjites
hindu/buddhist-jain
confucian-taoist/zoroastrian
orthodox-christian/judaic
saivite-vaisnavite
mahayanist-theravadite
shintoist-zen-chan
agnostic-atheist
A…. is Great!
In the begining there was no VERB for him
In the end
from
"brahmana" Himalayas to the "asurya" Deccan
from
Ghazna and Kabul to the spent chugged mouth of the Ganges
where bloomed the Allah-Upanishad
One common language
One uncommon religion
One classless society
One mutually nourishing art
One scientific quest
and the sweet music of friendly disputation
within then the world’s vastest book and art collection
though knowingly
took to wife an Hindu princess
chose his prime counsellor from among the Brahmin élite
where within hearing distance lithesome nymphs bathed in scented milk
his victoriously wearied warrior limbs back from punitive expeditions
through Panipat Delhi Agra Punjab Gwalior Ajmer
Gujarat Bengal Sind Orissa Baluchistan Ahmadnagar Kashmir
Khandesh
to circumscribe the sub-continent
a Ceasar at the court of Fatehpur-Sikri
Akbar is ___!
Who would parse and complete or conclude the syllogism
For « One » who dared abolish the jiziyah
Note: Jalal ud-Din Muhammad Akbar (1542-1605), the third Mughal Emperor, edicted that muezzins should herald the rising of the sun by the call: Allah-u-Akbar!
The « jiziyah » , a word of Arabic origin, meaning a tax levied on non-Muslims who wished to conserve their own property, and imposed by the Moghul sovereigns – on and off - in India, was abolished by Akbar in his seventh year of accession to the throne.
©: T. Wignesan, March 13, 1992 (from the sequence/collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal, a mausoleum
Situated on the bank of the River Yamuna,
In memory of his beloved wife Mumtaz
With whom he fell in love at first sight
Espying her in a fair, enraptured by her charms.
The very sight of The Taj leaves one mesmerized.
The voluptuous curves of domes and arches,
The rhythm of birds in flight, secrets of flowers,
Vibrant colors of Nature never fading,
Like the everlasting love of Shah Jahan,
Immortalizing it as the epitome of undying love,
A lyric carved in luminous marble,
This monument of immeasurable beauty.
The Taj Mahal, one of the Seven Wonders of the World,
The crown palace, of love and romance derives its name
From Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, the immortal lovers.
It’s promise kept to the dying wife in of a child birth.
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Shah Jahan was the emperor of India in 17th Century and Mumtaz Mahal was his third wife.
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Second Placement
Contest: Everyman's Ekphrasis by Brian Strand
The word Taj means crown and Mahal means palace- The Taj Mahal is situated in Agra City of Uttar Pradesh state of India. Year of Construction: 1631-1653
Spread Over: 42 acres.
Yamuna: name of the river
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Logo streets
Tarek Hassan
I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal
Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry
She did like him forgot
Suddenly the door sound memory.
I went to the Indonesian island of buttam
Filled eyes saw, the sea shore
I wrote the name of the plane splitting book
Baluchar got to bed rest.
I saw the sea waves Malay
A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,
Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,
It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.
I saw the Maldives, around the island city
Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor
Small passenger plane shuttled everyone
No it does not flying and landing airport.
I've lived long, the city of dreams
Eternal spring in the country, the love
Took her as his workers,
He went to the city, I saw how much
Are there to touch hands
luxury lifetime pass in Palace.
I traveled in China in technology
Many people say to me they don't understand
I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,
How many state alleges the new angirase
lightning at night I have seen in Beijing.
I went to Hong Kong on the way
He also saw how the people
I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,
I have no one to tell details.
I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises
Again I saw something there to look dirty,
I was shocked to see their culture
Girl brutalized the country.
I went to India, to heal the mind
How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge
I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again
Why do we need so much love.
I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan
I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies
I'm going down through the mountains.
I went to Australia, on the ground
I could not keep my feet,
The fate did not respond to me, warning that day
dream is still chasing me.
I love to this day, do not see the city
I did it in the hope chest, one night,
This is a dream I have traveled on the fog
Logo luxury streets.
Happy me!
Dressed up in new pink sheath dress,
embellished with white sparkles.
Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads.
Quickly walked out swaying my tress.
Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement
“Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement.
Oh hell!
I fell down from my porch escalier,
Down into the mire.
I just hurtled to avoid the huddle.
Remembering those happy days, together we crackle.
On a holiday, at Agra Fort.
With my friends, gushing and rushing on the ramp.
Hay scattered just like sand.
Uf! Suddenly what happened?
I slipped and slithered!
“Now what was that?”, I was out of my head.
“Dry elephant dung”, bursting with laughter, someone dispreads .
Entire herd weirdly cracked up!
It was my lucky day.
I just rode my bicycle all the way.
Proudly I declared, “Hey I can ride without any strain.”
And before I could finish, found myself in the drain.
Laughing out loudly, friends applauded once again.
Hey! This is how every story must begin!
My list goes on, but I think, now I should stop!
Else, laughing out loudly, your jaws will drop!
04/03/2019
Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
An ivory castle of delightful dreams
that holds on the memories of lost love.
A token of remembrance, a golden requiem
that is built on the wings of a mourning dove.
Taj Mahal for all lovers a quaint treasure trove.
Date: 06/13/2017
Note: For the contest (Form - Q) by Broken Wings.
*Placed Third*
The Taj Mahal meaning Crown of the Palace is an ivory-white marble mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city of Agra. It was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan to house the tomb of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal. It is an Embodiment of their legendary love and described by Noble Laureate - Rabindranath Tagore as "the teardrop on the cheek of time."
Facing the monument of eternal love
Let all soupers meet at Taj Mahal lawn
Situated in city Agra of beautiful country India
On the eve of world poetry day
Open mic competitions shall be the show stopper
Each one reciting their favourite piece of creation
From ten in the morning shall kick start
Faces thriving in anonymity
Shall finally come out of masked front
Mocktails of limericks,tanka,sonnets to name a few
Interesting interactions might churn out
New forms of poetry
As spring in India is in full bloom in march
Fragrance of poems shall mingle with floral scents
Spilling of emotions in most unique way
Pair of perfect days to refresh and rejuvenate poetry soup souls
Every wave has a picture
Sadek
Every wave has a picture
Endless wave endless picture
Bring from the long life
The known and unknown
The seen and unseen pictures -
Bring with the changing scenes
Another eye another speed.
Some pictures are as cold as ice
Some as soften velvet
Some of them prod to bring out blood.
The endless spread of the canvas
Filled with countless waves
Come and go.
SHORT BIO - SADEK
Sadek - Artist and Poet. He started poetry from his child hood. Published first in school magazine. After many poems published on deferent little magazine. He was born in sixties at West Bengal, India. After finishing Bsc degree he joined Art college at Rabindra Bharati Universe city, BVA degree in Kolkata. Then he started his carrier in Kolkata Film Industry and later moved on to Mumbai film industry. Last 23 years he is involved in film industry as an Art Director. He got experienced working with lots of national and international Film Director. Simultaneously he Participated lots of Painting Exhibition and poetry festival. In the year 2010 Dariyanagar Kabita mela Koxesbazar in Bangladesh give him special honors. He also participated prestigious Poetry festival like Jatyo Kabitaporisad Dhaka Bangladesh. And The Saarc festival of literature in Agra India in 2013. His poetry books name “JANALATA KHOLA THAK” (let’s keep the window open).
Contact:
Sadek
Bengal Ambuja
UV 24/3A, 1050/1 Survey Park, Kolkata, West Bengal, India
Sadek_in@yahoo.com
Do not go back he said and for what.
To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland
In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day
Being stung by two bees on the palm of my hand as I pressed against that hay
I would love to run again crying to the house
And that granny would be there with the witch hazel and a loving embrace
To a time when my Aunt Nancy who cried when I would be leave for England
Always producing clothes pegs of wood she had painted for me each visit
To her house and the Ava Maria played from the ornamental statue of the Virgin Mary
And her neighbours who were two young daughters
Who fought with each other over a bucket to take me to the well
Phil and T.C. I seem to recall were their names
And their mother known as baby Brehoney made the best potato cakes ever
I remember the pipe smoke and old granduncle Mark
In their corrugated tin roofed three room house
The black kettle and crook and the permeating turf smoke
To wife Baa as she was known and her 'Not a bad word' would she say about anyone
As children thay always called us Agra.
Chocolate bars for us children that were fry's mint and whiskey for Dad
To well I remember the two lonely first cousins of my father's who were bachelors
And their stiff plastic table cloth that would rise above our heads in each corner
when pushed from below the table
The dinner table itself was pushed against the stair case
Where the tea the sugar the salt and pepper were left on each yellow ascending step
And the spit laden flagstone floor more concentrated around the ray burn
But that ceased when visitors came calling
Too fondly I remember the long mountain top drive from
Arigna to Corn and our destination beside Dad's old collapsed homestead
Along the way the augments with Mom as to who lived in each house
Who married whom, how many children they had and what jobs did they do
The remote church where we stopped to view the best view for 50 miles round
And to pray at our Ladys grotto. And an occasion when there were so many inscets
inside the car that they consumed half the interior volume of the car.
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
On this auspicious birth day of Jesus of Nazareth,
A genus of my country - claiming - saviors of their faith,
Took to the streets, burning the effigy of Santa Claus,
Taking pride as though they have won certain great social cause...
Venom, like most poisonous snake, has been sternly released,
Hatred, welling up within, like poison-pour, has got eased;
People around might have believed they're against Jesus Christ,
And would murder him multiple times were they got his straight...
Those around thought, days here, to Christianity, counted,
Foreign religion that got entered would be encountered;
One who claims to be its follower will be ill-treated,
With death, or by organ mutilation, will be greeted...
Yet, to me, all these seem, dawning, like the very pole star,
That someone the strings of these youth, pulling from very far;
To place them in forefront, like patriots, and get them killed,
And fish in waters that are, by very own them, troubled...
Did any of these really know who this Santa was?
Or, did they know, who this lone figure was Christ the Jesus?
One, like Judas, has his very ideal compromised,
Has set the wings of this youth, blazing, to be consumed...
A seed sown in those, by someone like Hitler, got vent,
Strength fermented out of great pain of unemployment, got spent;
They would reach him to the highest existential zenith,
Until he, like a kite thread-cut, succumbs to dust beneath...
(“Effigies of Santa Claus were burnt in Agra on Friday, claiming the mythical figure to be part of a "strategy" by Christian missionaries to convert people” - News)
25 December 2021
Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised
Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain
Skeletal inertia, rhythm devoid
Famine implores an acapella anthem
Ombre eddy erects florid flare
Defeat lifts dervish dust gust tantrum
Flora dispose organs in despair
Epic inhaling opens ochre heart agra
Graveyard stone crack, wizened
Stagnation signposts an outback saga
Wilderness lawless Lord's a miser
Nascent cloud keloid, corregated iron
Smudge underlining lead pencil
Silver wing budgie blue dome imbibing
Sketch of refreshment torrential
Fills floor chasms with wetting orgasms
Overflow bubbles gradual absorb
Drenches trenches in splattered spasms
Feast ragged roots grab, gorged
Euphoria fondles fragility fresh fortified
Grateful graziers finally exhale
Saturate surges billabong snake revived
Wily eolian egg protect prevail
11th January
Written to recall our end of year
sprint to interesting mineral rich
Mt. Isa