Best Taj Mahal Poems
Noor* of Taj Mahal, jeweled in red stone
death or love, tranquil oasis alone
rich jasper and jade hanging on its walls
in cold melody, mourning music falls
Mesmerizing bride in gossamer gown
Veil reveals... the majestic palace crown.
A medley of corsage strewn in sealed dream
opulent facade, beauty is the theme
Pale blue sky in her iconic magic
wax melded moonlight triumphs a tragic
covenant of love, splendor celebrates
passion so strong will never recreate
Aurora of a queen in marble white
glinting Yamuna*, her sole copyright.
* Noor is an urdu word meaning Light
* Yamuna is the river on the banks of which Taj Mahal lies.
Taj Mahal means Crown of the Palace
19th July 2019
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet
TAJ MAHAL
In this October day, as usual,
Late in reaching fulfillments
Memoried paths resenting familiarity
Historied tracks crumbling
A cloud-shred trailing a mass to merge
I walk into Taj and stop to find
Adorned love placed in an ornate pedestal.
Still selling their lights profitably are the sun and the moon
And getting her name yet again and finally is the Jamuna
O! unsung architect, why does not
This wafer get blown by the wind?
Where did you get this sky from,
To stick your vision on?
Does the full moon become fuller
By holding a royal Mughal lantern
Will Jamuna loiter dazed by the punch-drunk fort for ever?
The Taj is in its all-white contemplation
On love birds, dogfights, nemesis and Nostradamus
And I walk through faded print with all words spent
Watching clouds forgiving crowds’ trespass into the skies..
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
* Written some twenty years ago and included in my book “RAINQUAKE”
For PD’s ‘Seven wonders of the world’ contest
For Andrea's 'Faves' contest again
Your Taj Mahal
Too many times you hoisted anchor
there isn't time but you should thank her,
for being such a goober for so long.
You have made her life a Taj Mahal
there she swims in waist deep indigo,
she's reflected in the cesspools of your morning sun.
An ivory tusk is what you're after,
a monument to fun and laughter,
she shaves your neck out on the street for fun,
she's New Delhinese from head to toes,
but you brought her to the Poconos,
where your Taj Mahal outshines the morning sun.
You talk about the plight of Gandhi
most of the night and all day Sunday,
and tell your friends about the things she's done,
at her spinning wheel she worships you,
but she's leaving in a week or two,
if she told you now it wouldn't be much fun.
She'll board a ship that's hoisting anchor
and meet a poet or a banker,
avoiding caste from where she once belonged,
she'll remember you for making her
one more monument to how things were,
when your Taj Mahal was whiter than the sun.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
The poet Rabindranath Tagore described it thus:
"Like a solitary tear suspended on the cheeks of time"
This structure is indeed sublime
Located in India, it is one of the most visited places
Its name means Crown of Palaces
And it took about 20 years to build
Hailed as the epitome of love and beauty
Emperor Shah Jahan felt he had a duty
To build this magnificent structure, in memory of his favorite wife.. (Mumtaz Mahal)
Who sadly, in childbirth lost her life
Construction began in 1632
And it took a 20,000 man crew
To complete this structure
Consisting purely of white marble
Standing in perfect symmetry
It is surrounded by four gardens, and four minarets
Its interior is inlaid with precious gems and pearls
Taj Mahal, one of the seven wonders of the world
Of the wonders of the world that have been
The Taj Mahal is the best I've seen
With it's milky marble white
It radiates a glow on a full moon night
Shahjahan built The Taj for his lady love
Once she'd died and gone to the heavens above
In hope of reminding him (it might)
Of her face glowing on a full moon night
With it's chambers full of breeze
One can say he was head-over-heels
In love with his wife, Mumtaz
For whom he built the wondrous Taj
If one goes on compressing everything
In one’s own self,
How one is going to prosper?
This selfishness could be self-killing.
Make the others laugh,
Laugh and be happy.
Extend your happiness
Make everyone happy.
Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal,
One of the seven wonders,
To Make Mumtaz, his wife
And mankind happy to look at.
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Seventh place winner in
Contest: What is civility to you
Across busy Arabian Sea,
Before the lands of sun flower skin,
There she is, land of kohinoor washing her feet;
Where three sisters of sea joining their hands
Where northern brother stands highest peak,
Circled by these centuries old neighbors;
There you are, dress in white, in that open sanctuary.
From far and near of the four winds
Those eyes and ears that feel your being,
Wondering your birth and dig your past
As mind of history numbered your moments,
Touched is the heart that receive you tale;
Tellers of you recite one theme
Deed speaks love more than word.
O you! Master piece of thousands tragic fingers,
You! Face of the ancient skills,
By moving waterside, you rest and still;
Forget not, trumpet of battle was blown here,
Where once the lonely emperor decided to erect
The manifestation of ever growing love,
For Mumtaz days were done before her time.
Heralding Silent invitation, to all the shores,
As their dwellers come to pay homage,
Millions of admirer heart, you win more
To be family of seven wonders;
Love may born and Love may die
But you change not, lonely Taj Mahal
Symbol of Ageless Love.
O Marvelous Mahal
Abode of love with no equal
Though I never saw you for real
I can sense your power so surreal
O Marvelous Mumtaz
Your story life would never erase
Your knight has you in eternal memory
Such is willed as your glory
O great edifice of love
Seeing you I wish to be a dove
Flying all over your structure
As the one to admire each of your feature
O life, shall you give me such an epic
Shall my story be such a relic
I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal
Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!
Taj Mahal
Too many times you hoisted anchor
there isn't time but you should thank her,
for being such a goober for so long.
You have made her life a Taj Mahal
there she swims in waist deep indigo,
she's reflected in the cesspools of your morning sun.
An ivory tusk is what you're after,
a monument to fun and laughter,
she shaves your neck out on the street for fun,
she's New Delhinese from head to toes,
but you brought her to the Poconos,
where your Taj Mahal outshines the morning sun.
You talk about the plight of Gandhi
most of the night and all day Sunday,
and tell your friends about the things she's done,
at her spinning wheel she worships you,
but she's leaving in a week or two,
if she told you now it wouldn't be much fun.
She'll board a ship that's hoisting anchor
and meet a poet or a banker,
avoiding caste from where she once belonged,
she'll remember you for making her
one more monument to how things were,
when your Taj Mahal was whiter than the sun.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
taj mahal
in the mirror finish
of his sunglasses
Submitted on May 13, 2019 for contest MAY 2019 PREMIER 5 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Your Taj Mahal
Too many times you hoisted anchor
there isn't time but you should thank her,
for being such a goober for so long.
You have made her life a Taj Mahal
there she swims in waist deep indigo,
she's reflected in the cesspools of your morning sun.
An ivory tusk is what you're after,
a monument to fun and laughter,
she shaves your neck out on the street for fun,
she's New Delhinese from head to toes,
but you brought her to the Poconos,
where your Taj Mahal outshines the morning sun.
You talk about the plight of Gandhi
most of the night and all day Sunday,
and tell your friends about the things she's done,
at her spinning wheel she worships you,
but she's leaving in a week or two,
if she told you now it wouldn't be much fun.
She'll board a ship that's hoisting anchor
and meet a poet or a banker,
avoiding caste from where she once belonged,
she'll remember you for making her
one more monument to how things were,
when your Taj Mahal was whiter than the sun.
Fantastic story in milky marble,
In honor of a wife, so praiseworthy (?)
Though seems overflow of fidelity,
Tajmahal is Muslim art, painterly;
From around world he brought so precious stones.
He ordered his whole kingdom to labor.
Mumtaj bore Fourteen children, soulfully;
Her youngest tried to break his father's bones,
Didn't Shahjahan keep wives for favor?
Six, the history says, quite dolefully...!
Maddened with thoughts of a lone masterpiece,
He gathered all artisans; gave gifts, sweet;
Cut off the hands; plucked out the eyes, with ease,
And played fiddle, like Nero, as in treat;
Lo, the architect did greatest of deed,
Made a hole, no one knows where, till this day,
And, hence, it's leaking, leaking and leaking;
Engineers of every caste, sect and creed,
Thenceforth, have tried greatest possible way,
To stop this seepage and irksome reeking...!
So, when I look at you, Tajmahal, dear,
Pool of blood floods within my naked eyes;
Should I ignore these for art-sake and drear,
Or bear it for heart of love that ne'er dies?
Reject simile, metaphor! Parts of speech,
No figures of speech match human being,
Tell Shajahan and Mumtaj this great fact;
Every one to every other must teach,
It's each and every being's well-being,
And not monuments that truly attract...!!!
04 May 2022
Mystery of a life born from another,
cry of the baby and death of the mother,
amidst war, military tent in the wild,
during the royal birth of her fourteenth child.
little pink princess wailed for maternal milk,
blue and cold lay the queen, blood dripping from silk!
her warrior husband king had conquered the north,
diamonds and wealth, his victories brought forth,
would richen his kingdom like never before,
but loss of beloved wife made his heart sore,
he held his sweet infant by his dead dear wife,
his battle scars hurt but much less than his life,
victorious yet he dropped to knees and wept,
most beautiful she, he loved, forever slept,
from the dark burning cinders of his lost love,
his passion, undying zeal with treasure trove,
he built a marble tomb to bear her remains,
on shores of silver river from godly domains,
river that holds a mirror to marble stones,
even the bright full moon her absence bemoans,
myriad stars spread on a canvass of black,
perhaps witnessed thir romance now wish her back,
five centuries have passed since that fateful day,
beauty, elegance of tomb pave an ethereal way,
whisper to lovers who watch with disbelief,
that true love can defeat death, conquer grief!
on love pilgrimage bare feet at Taj Mahal,
marble tomb is now a temple of love ~ for all!
History of the event in brief
Queen Mumtaz died giving birth to a girl child, on 17th June 1631. Shajahan, the king and she were so much in love, she stayed with him even during the war.
She died in a tent from haemorrhage during delivery.
The King commissioned the Taj Mahal made of pure Marble stones on the shores of river Yamuna!
Silhouetted against the blue sky, Taj mahal stands to this day as a monument to Love!
It was completed in 1653, but soon after the king was imprisoned by his own son and died lonely in a small cell. His body was then smuggled out by his loyal followers and buried next to his beloved queen in Taj mahal!
Written 18/09/2020
2nd placement
History of an Event contest
sponsor William Kekaula
White
Marble
Symbol of
Eternal love
Taj Mahal standing tall in dazzling white
The shimmering reflection resplendent
In Yamuna
Unruffled
Glittered
White
underwater taj mahal
how many have seen you?
Your iridescent swirling waves the colors of rocks
browns, pinks, blues, you have such depth
I feel complete, observing nature’s utmost beauty