Poems on "Beauty"

Uniqueness of an Individual

a poem by

Maheshwari Vyas

Yo may find
Someone who has
Face alike me
Sings the same
Speaks familiar
Dance almost like me
Height same as mine
Even writes to the mark
More Intelligent than me
But I guess Souls
Don’t have copies, duplicates
They are pure, original
The day Will come
When You will regret
‘Cause I’m the mixture of all!

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Dream Girl…

a poem by

Abhishek Mayank

The chatoyant eyes,
Lightens up the night.
Every shutter of the eyelids,
Captures all the surroundings.

On your face, the dusky hair,
Runs like, the longest river.
Covering your eyes, the hair entwine,
Causing my heart to confine.

Your lips plump and tight,
Curved like the shinning sun sight.
Your lips jewels your smile,
Like the buzzing bees on Eglantine.

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Winter Days

a poem by

Pakhi Dixit

Boldly separate are these
These broad winter days
Bluffing brewed
Mingled with festivity
Impetuous enough
Boisterous to the simmering
Longing of Spring

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Just perfectly me

a poem by

Khudeja Mazahir Merchant

I can’t showoff.
I don’t know how to fit in that jeans.
I don’t know how to cover my face with foundation.
I can’t make friends easily.
Sometimes I suffocate in a social gathering
I don’t know, how to style my hair.
I am not at all perfect,
I am just perfectly me.

It’s bad luck of those who can’t see my other side.
Because I know I am a nice girl and my beauty doesn’t need any certification.
I have accepted and loved myself with all my qualities and faults.
Because I know I am one of a kind and a blessed person.
Just perfectly me.

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Romantic Ambrosia

a poem by

Anand Bose

Darling…
Our encounter
Was a sumptuous banquet
As we shared our hearts
And minds with the choicest
Cuisine…
We discovered our self
On the menu of our
Autobiographies
Our aperitif was
A meditation
On who we are
And our ethos
Of existential meaning…
We had candlelight dinner by
Opening our hearts out
For wine we shared our
Photos, we drank in
The relish of splendor…
Let’s become one and
Enrich our life in
Tokens of love
That are countless

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Song of Songs!

a poem by

Anand Bose

O ray’d dawn…
You have spoken to me
Adored darling
In the colors of love…
A dove there rising…
Softly flowing into
The clouds…
Makes me want to
Caress you and hold
You and hug and taste
The breath of the sweet
Morning in adoration
And love…
My nights have been
A cold freezer without
You, my precious jewel…
In you alone I nurture
Me heart’s content…
In your mysticism and
Magic, I find a solace
A nurturing grove,
A lofty hill, a towering
Light house…
All in cherished
Warmth endured
Loved adored and
Glorified.

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For Her

a poem by

Anand Bose

I have found you a blossom,
A flame of many orchards…
Of Passion and love for you,
I would like to be a river,
Devoted and flowing for
Your fullness, harmonizing
Your streams to a rich ocean…
Flowing forever, renewing time
In celestial whispers and echoes
That ring the music of dawn that
Would echo of some ethereal mystery…
A soul I have found in you…

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Romantic Duet

a poem by

Anand Bose

The Sun has entered romance
with its rosy and pink hues…
Call me lover, and delight
in the rich oasis of the evening.
Let’s love our self’s as evening
paints the sky with ethereal colors.
What whispers have in your heart
for me…
Spoil me in the luxury of your passion…
Yes I miss your honey’d lips ,
Yes my tender dew drop …
My darling you are the color rainbow…
My lips would melt in yours
as easy a brook flowing…
I have planted many hugs in
my heart and I have sown
them with loving affection
for you.

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Ode to Psyche

a poem by

Anand Bose

Oh Psyche-
Floating on the
Romantic sedative air-
Your words are on
The wings of poetry.
You have seduced
The earth as an
Angel of flight.
Why have you
Left your charms
Besieged in
Your fragile body?
Yes, you release
A beauty
As a painting
Of flight.
You have left
The forsaken body
Of lust and you have
Traveled to the air-
A heaven now of imagination.

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Flight of Stained Glass

a poem by

Anand Bose

A tiny stained glass
Flitted across the air
Showing of its delicate
Wings of black and white-
Taking time to rest
On a shady leaf-
And then drifting again
Dancing in the wind
Like a ballerina
Gliding with her legs
And hands and then
Vanishing away
From the spectator

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Poetic Reverie

a poem by

Anand Bose

The moon is lit in the garden
Shining as a glazed tongue,
Playing hide and seek behind the
Branches…
I would have loved to have you
With me for a quite moment
Oh dear one, let’s feel
How the heart overflows-
Our hands are clasped and
Touch is an elation, joyful
Shuddering of the veins as
Feeling leaps up like the
Petals of a wild flower-
Oh darling how I wish
We were soaked in tremulous joy
Hugged and embraced emitting
The heart’s warmth as the burning hearth
The night glistens with pearls-
How I wish to adorn them to lover
As a necklace flaming passion
The dark of the night is an
Yielding bed to my lover
My loins have the dark of them
The abyss to give you joy
To circumambulate the
Nectar of your passionate lips
And stay in you drenched
As a song of love.

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Lover’s Wish

a poem by

Anand Bose

Love lingers
In the heart
Like a fire burning
As flames in the mantel piece
Every embrace, every kiss
Every whisper of the heart
Wakes all the flowers from
Sleep.
The body feels so cold
In the bed without you.
It remembers how
Beautiful it is
To make love
Forever like swans
Flowing in the lake of life.

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