Henna Poems - Poems about Henna

Margaret And The Tiffany Hat

...
She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,  
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.  
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out...

space between silence

...the s p a c e between us, 
   is lined with full stops
        and wistful questions~
tucked within "inverted commas"
             of w e e p i n g stars,
  but I'm lost  in 
       suffocating...

Behind the Curtain

...do we want to know what’s behind
it - it the show, the drama, the comedy, the crown?
roll the tape, blind us
to the truth of the goofs
snapping turtles, caramel
the lines deceased
irreverence r...

Vaporizing Whispers

...I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, the...

Ah methinks I could sleep forever

...Ah... methinks I could sleep forever

Basking in a supine position
with eyes wide shut
while the space heater churns out
fast moving molecules of heat
solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted
by mi...

Your Name Could Have Been Prunella

...

You were there standing quietly
taken by one look at you
your beauty, exotic, excited me
true your dress was simply blue.

I cannot lie, my inarticulation 
at the sight of sunsets in your e...

In the Realm of Silver Linings

..." Perhaps, life is just a disaster
wrapped in fairy-glow fragments ~
shimmering with stars of death... "

O' beloved moment of time,
take me where I belong,
in the henna haze of scentless l...

Unity in Artistry

...I take her delicate hand in mine,  
With flowers and swirls, I seek to entwine.  
Pretty it’ll look, and smell even better—  
Henna on the hands of this girl of mine.

She selects a pattern from...

Rangoli

...We draw life's patterns, vibrant and bold,
We arrange our karma, both new and old.

In the mandala of time, we place our stories,
In the chakra of days, we set our glories.

We shape tales of a...

My Desert Cassia

...

Among the shadows of the night  

I hear your footsteps  

the scent of jasmine  

on your henna-dyed hair.  

 

I remember how you looked then 

as I ponder upon twilight summers 
...

The Empty Room

...Monsoon mornings are like a seedless vase filled with paralyzed petals.  
I sit reminiscing, the fleeting frequencies of his ancient clock,  
now cloaked in coal cobwebs composing skeletal memories...

normally but not this time

...normally I think tattoos look strange on women’s bodies
this time the tattooing looks like henna, delicate and pretty
I have no critiques, am rather in awe this time actually...

Divine Magnetism

... In the manicured meadow 
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveli...

The Hungry Stones IX

...Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, 
The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, 
And there was time I felt a puny pawn, 
My wanderings meandered when till dawn— 
A pawn being ...

Pyramids of Love

...I remember Cleopatra's moon,
as triangles of time 
unveiled pyramids embalmed in
juniper, incensing golden dreams.

While in desolate dunes 
of the sunrise Sahara,
I've engraved your initi...

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