A vibrant hue, a bold design,
It drapes her form, a strength divine.
No longer veiled in shades of gray,
She shines in crimson, come what may.
The silken threads, a vibrant dance,
Reflect her spirit, her fierce trance.
A testament to freedom's call,
She wears her power, standing tall.
The whispers fade, the doubts retreat,
Her crimson sari, a bold feat.
A declaration, loud and clear,
She's here to conquer, banishing fear.
Categories:
sari, happiness, pride, symbolism, women,
Form: Rhyme
Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.
The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging choli
and is draped caressingly over the shoulder.
As she bends over to fix the hem of her sari
one gets to sneak a peek at her cleavage
before she clutches the gliding Pallu.
Ha, the vision of the divine!
like catching a glimpse of heaven
before the Pearly Gates slam in your face.
A symbol of fragility and femininity,
Sari is the embodiment of elegance and grace
An outfit for the Apsara—
At once demure and saucy!
(Pallu: loose end of a sari; Choli: a blouse; Apsara: A celestial Nymph)
~Contest: Imagism Poetry contest
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet.
Categories:
sari, sensual,
Form: Imagism
Chandelier earrings dangling
Golden bangles jingling
Thick long raven hair
Twisted and pinned in swirls
With ornate gold embellishment
Luxuriously wrapped
In silk and brocade
Lavish lengths
Of rich flamboyant colors
Parading effortlessly
Their exotic saris
Swaying in graceful rhythm
Gliding by on air
In exquisite hues
And charms of opulence
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 17, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE (10) IMAGIST STYLE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on May 7, 2019
Categories:
sari, beautiful, color, women,
Form: Free verse
`When took a dip in Ganga
that pink sari
imbibed a lot of Advaitha.
.....glued to her skin
and lost identity..
became a mound of her mounds
curve of her curves
and dip of her dips.
I knew how euphoric that pinky felt
When dried up and separated from her
......retained her shape.
Categories:
sari, allegory, philosophy, romance,
Form: Free verse
The sun sets while the loyal footsteps
of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira
walks down from one corner of the house to another
in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call
out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance.
Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief
that is carried; ingratitude is ignored.
Selling pieces of herself for
their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing
for the dawn to come sooner.
The image of her likeness stands up,
and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil,
metamorphosing it into a modern art,
walking down the streets under the
sun of liberation.
Categories:
sari, daughter, husband, mother, wife,
Form: Free verse