Kra ki drd lukai bethi aa
Bhre ni jkhm bs sukai bethi aa
Tu yad na aawe ho k prai bethi aa
Tu hojwe aabad peer mnai bethi aa
Tere mere past nu sjai bethi aa
Present nal future rjayi bethi aa
Raha'n teriya ch akh nu tkai bethi aa
Kjl nal bindi v lgai bethi aa
Teri meri ik tasweer bna k aayi aa
Tu Mera hoje maape chhd rbb v mna k aayi aa
Tere lyi ik muffle bnai bethi aa
Hor ni hone ki al lnga k bethi aa
Likha ki tere te m ta tenu gaa k bethi aa
Bhul ni hoi jdo m tere nal chaa te bethi aa
La k bethi aa pa k bethi aa
Khore oh mil ee jawe jo gwa k bethi aa
Categories:
bindi, crush, feelings, time, true
Form: Imagism
Colors of life, fertility, sanctity fly
Aromas include sweetmeats, coconut, fire
There's flowers galore, honey, spices
Not for meals only, but especially decoration
Focus now on the bride: Vermillion path
From the Center of her head, to her top height
A sign of vows of fidelity in blood (SINDOOR)
As with red dot: bindi, RED FOR MARRIAGE
Other colors are for youth and single women
The man arrives on horseback (donkey often)
Turbaned as of old, shiny suit, India style
The usual makeup dominated by mascara KAJAR
I may dream my Christian wife would like this, too
Categories:
bindi, africa, celebration, seasons, wife,
Form: Free verse
he was sick of the racing stripes on his automobiles
a modern-day Buddha in his garage full of himself
and vintage cars of classical acclaim and chrome
had become nauseous at the mere site of his Lotus
decided to live like the monk who sold his Ferrari
ascetic instead he would attempt to move mountains
traded his bicycle for begging bowl and orange robe
roamed the streets like a vagrant off his or her trolley
eventually sold his puncture kit for a can full of petrol
and considered his enlightenment by self-immolation
the service station attendant had other plans however
a beautiful woman with olive tanned skin and a bindi
‘you don’t have to emulate Siddhartha to find the path of
the third way between all or nothing greed and starvation’
she whispered and gave him a lotus flower from her heart
29th December 2020
Nelumbo nucifera is the botanical name of the lotus
Categories:
bindi, change,
Form: Free verse
Echummi was married
even before she learnt to
wear a saree
and when she did learn
she learnt to wear white
only white
and often when she passed a mirror
what she saw would chill her spine..
A shaven head, bare hands
and bare forehead
Oh! how she would have loved
to see colors..
A big red bindi, green bangles
a purple saree-
She was taught to drape herself
In a way she could hide her curves
And so Echummi learnt
to conceal her beauty,
to hide her youth
and to drown her verves
''Don't look at men ''she was warned,
And Echummi learnt
to curb her senses
and her impulses;
she learnt to stifle her
dreams and her sobs;
She learnt to sleep on hard floors
not yearn for a caress or a touch;
Echummi learnt to cook every dish
And to abstain from delicious food,
She learnt to be absent
on all auspicious occasions
and not cross the path
of propitious people,
She learnt to go unnoticed
unrecognized
like a shadow on the wall..
Unheard, unseen
sinking into oblivion..
Echummi learnt to die
even when she was alive!
Categories:
bindi, feelings, loss, solitude, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
An amendment
A soldier reclines
on a bed of mines,
Unmarked
Apart from a bindi.
A little girl stares
Through glazed, lifeless eyes,
Her clothes bloodied.
Her childhood discarded.
A woman distressed,
Weeps over her husband.
Her ex-husband.
Severely bludgeoned.
A lad lies lifeless
In Srebenica.
His head has exploded.
A pizza?
Girl, woman, man, lad
All victims of killing.
War? Rape? Murder? Arrest?
Resisting?
Never.
Thou shalt not kill.
Categories:
bindi, fear,
Form: Free verse
An amendment
A soldier reclines
on a bed of mines,
Unmarked
Apart from a bindi.
A little girl stares
Through glazed, lifeless eyes,
Her clothes bloodied.
Her childhood discarded.
A woman distressed,
Weeps over her husband.
Her ex-husband.
Severely bludgeoned.
A lad lies lifeless
In Srebenica.
His head has exploded.
A pizza?
Girl, woman, man, lad
All victims of killing.
War? Rape? Murder? Arrest?
Resisting?
Never.
Thou shalt not kill.
Categories:
bindi, fear,
Form: Free verse
Walking along with you from red to yellow
Sun - you are my first orange obsession
Seen my desires floating with the tangerine clouds
And my love drizzles on your marigold heart
Never felt oppressed by orange until you wore it
Your burning orange look made me follow you
Up to the endless crepuscule of my bohemian life
And at night I see the orange on your forehead - as bindi
Spreading my love through the middle of your head
With vermilion showing off your reciprocations
Although I have tasted oranges from my childhood
In different forms like juices, marmalade spreads and so on
I got it best when your lips touched mine
Orange, I found you always in my inspirations dawn
05.03.16
Bindi : a decorative mark worn in the middle of the forehead by Indian women, especially Hindus.
Categories:
bindi, beauty, color, inspiration, love,
Form: Free verse
Litter sisters playing hard
Romping round our big front yard,
"I will catch you soon sister dear."
"No you won't i have no fear,
I'll swivel here, then dart around,
You'll be left lying on the ground,
You can't turn as fast as me,
Ha,ha,ha, i'm running free."
Little **** dipped her rump,
Exploding legs caused her to jump,
Bindi rolled with **** on top
And the game came to a grinding stop.
My doggies chase every day,
Until they're just too tired to play,
They come inside, rest their paws,
Get ready for the next doggy wars.
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Categories:
bindi, animal, children, funny, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Everyone calls her ‘bad’
I’ve never seen her sad,
She is vivid on own fad,
For her I am mad!
Her lips are tangerine from beetle stains,
Her fingertips contain henna stains,
Watching her I evaporate my stains.
When she is in pain, it really rains.
She is a dark woman, whom all hates,
She is a taboo, whom they tolerate,
I want to tear up her outer façade.
She wears a coiled “bindi” on her forehead,
She is miles away from being sacred,
Still, she doesn’t deserve this much hatred.
She chews tobacco with areca nuts,
She pops tobacco and cashew nuts,
Everybody hates the way she smacks,
Kohl pencil makes her eyes dark,
Her attitude makes her ever darker,
I hope her “bindi” glows in the dark,
She demolishes all the perks.
For her, I am total jerk.
I love her silver jewelries,
She, herself is a revelry,
I love the sound of her bangles,
I love the way her waist-chain dangles.
She beads traditional woman tattoo on skin,
She doesn’t live in anyone else’s skin.
Her forehead accumulates the power,
She is the solo woman in sun-shower,
She is a mix of sacred and secret,
She is never a taboo,
She is life’s hullabaloo,
She is the hymn of voodoo!!
Categories:
bindi, beautiful, blessing, body, woman,
Form: Free verse
Rimjhim is a little girl from India
Wears in her forehead little red Bindya
I give her a candy
She says "uncle Sandy
I must go to Delhi and kiss Scindia".
NOTES FOR THE READERS:
Rimjhim: a common Bengali name for girls: Onomatopoeic; raining
Bindya:Bindi ( from Sanskrit Bindu i.e. point/dot) - a forehead decoration worn in India and other south-east Asian countries. Color : traditionally bright red.
Scindia: They were rulers of the Gwalior State (now extinct) in India
Rimjhim is a little girl from India/Limerick:Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11/17/2014
Categories:
bindi, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Rising sun so soft,tender
like your forehead's red bindi
splashes colour in my mind
another new dawn.
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Contest name--Red Sun
Date--- 24th June 2013
Bindi--A bindi ( Sanskrit bindu, meaning "a drop, small particle, dot"), or a pottu/bottu (in Tamil, Telugu, and Malayalam) is a forehead decoration worn in South Asia (particularly India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Mauritius) [1] and Southeast Asia. Traditionally it is a bright dot of red color applied in the center of the forehead close to the eyebrows, but it can also consist of a sign or piece of jewelry worn at this location.
Categories:
bindi, nature, romance,
Form: Dodoitsu
like sparrows on the streets and in caves
consider how they swoop and dive
and fatten on dusty pizza crumbs
consider the raccoons how they squawk and squalor
peck and fight for space to grow fat gray hairs
and live as a family in the wild consider them
consider the homeless man on East Euclid dragging
Giant-Eagle cart on the sidewalk every hour
with rags searching through litterbins for a meal
consider the hare the rabbit the crow and ants
with no pay stubs yet with no long days of boredom
and they lie in cleanest beds and smile at dinner times
then consider me after the gavel and the long sentence
living with cancelled checks crying over lost purpose
scarred of sirens and hunting shelters for meals
consider me sleeping in fields with dead numbers
consider me whose far-distant ancestors never crashed
in any trash but drank coffee with Carnegie on his birthday
consider me coming out of institutions that mark me forever
with a bindi that blocks my name from the list of humans
and to live I have to peep through thorn bushes and grunt
Categories:
bindi, abuse, courage, dark, depression,
Form: Didactic
A man named Steve,
was loved by all.
He's greatly missed.as
I recall.
He loved his work,
and was great indeed.
He did his job,with
caution and speed.
We named our dog,
Bindi Sui.
After the daughter,
who looks like you.
He loved his family,
it was plain to see.
he couldn't say goodbye,
he was just set free.
He was a good man,
and a real cutie.
he was in his glory,
with his crocodile beauties.
He's gone now,to a better
place.
We'll always remember,
his beautiful face.
This is dedicated, to
our man Steve.
We really wished,you
didn't have to leave.
Categories:
bindi, death
Form: Rhyme