Tumgik
#indian poets
ji-jii-visha · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I love hozier's "I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door" BUT "banke maala preet ki tere tan pe jhar jhar jaun" I'd become a garland of love and fall on your body and "tu hi toh jannat meri, tu hi mera junoon, tu hi toh mannat meri, tu rooh ka sukoon" you are the heaven for me, you're my passion, you are my prayers, you are my soul's bliss and "tere naam se ji lu, tere naam se mar jaaun" I'd live by your name, I'd die by your name and "hawaoon mein lipta hua main, guzar jaunga tumko chu ke, agar man ho toh rok lena, thahar jaunga inn labon pe" I'm tangled with the breeze, I'll pass away after touching you, if your heart wants it, then I'll stay with you on your lips
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hindi is the language of love and longing
799 notes · View notes
krystalkoldstone · 8 days
Text
DESIRE
What is desire?
It cannot be defined as the objectifying lust or materialistic wants. It is not ambition; for every ambition is a type of desire but not every desire is an ambition. And not all are fulfilled. 
Desire can be seen in the eyes of the child washing a motorcycle that does not belong to his family when a school bus drives by. 
Desire can be felt in the hearts of those who are always the poets but never the poems. 
Desire can be heard in the prayers of civilians stuck in war zones, as their hearts yearn for freedom. 
Desire can be represented by the old man in the old age home looking at a young couple with their child. It can be represented by a teenage girl seeking validation she never received from home in the outside world. Desire can be seen in the tears of the student who stayed up all night doing revision.
Desire can be seen in the love for learning that some possess, about something they want to know more about and understand, something they never stop exploring and something that intrigues them from within. 
DESIRE. It makes us human, after all. 
8 notes · View notes
bones-ivy-breath · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
milk and honey by Rupi Kaur
119 notes · View notes
buttercupspotify · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Lily pads, grass, leafs on a tree All in their purest forms for individuals to see
Positive, yet negative, high, but low The color of the thread my needle sews
Chartreuse, juniper, sage, olive, fern, or
lime
Basil, pistachio, mint, seafoam, shamrock, moss, and pine
A soothing equilibrium, the opposite of red
A self-controlled renewal that leaves peace inside your head
- Samarpita (buttercupspotify)
Tagging Tumblrinas <3 :
@white-poppie @kaju-pista @ramayantika @kagaz-ki-kashti @balladofableedingpoet2112 @navaratna @almondswirls @nerdreader @gopikanyari @lilacphrogg @desi-potato @desiness-overload @samtf @sam1772 @darkbicademia @indianaestheticsblog @titliii @postcardpdf @postmyloan @pahadi-bhalu @kajalgf @readerghxst @kajra-re @baawri @nokhushionlygam @edgar--allan--h0e @chandajaan @chandaniyan @chaandmeradil @chashniii @vblr @themistypoet @wantwaffles @lil-stark @ginazmemeoir @kurja-tales @thestral-queen-rules @shilabalika @desi-culture-is @chaoticindifference @suvarnarekha @thephilocalistpen @nainawithspecs @ji-jii-visha @larbyrinthine @aavara @ummthatsjustthewayiam @gulshabbo @mirrorvideo @kaalbela @puranpoli
296 notes · View notes
solvaaya · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For by Tarfia Faizullah. Text ID under cut.
[Text ID: You’re always driving so far from me towards the me I worry, without you, is eternity. I lay there,
awake, keeping watch while you snored. I waited, as I always seem to, for you
to wake up and come back to me.]
279 notes · View notes
sonikaizhere-blog · 7 days
Text
4 notes · View notes
oreongutan · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Thou saidst, — O faithless one, self-slain with doubt,
Why seekest thou my loveliness without,
And askest wind or wave or flowering dell
The secret that within thyself doth dwell?
I am of thee, as thou of me, a part.
Look for me in the mirror of thy heart.
- Songs Of Radha, The Quest (Sarojini Naidu)
66 notes · View notes
ashaseth · 8 months
Text
micropoetry#90
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
3 notes · View notes
imperfectorange · 2 years
Text
Koohoo
to the coel bird that sings to unrequited trees
do you know that we hear you
or like a sore throat in a shower
do you find solace in your blind isolation
do you understand the warmth your melodies bring
or like a quivering young girl with a microphone
are you bashful
i’m sorry if the eyes that bright up at your calls
are seen as intrusions
i’m sorry
that the woman breathing in your sounds from her balcony
is an imposter
i’m sorry that the child needs to hear your songs to go to sleep
because if your art wasn’t made for us
then what was it made for
if your performance has no audience then is it even a performance?
if your canvas has no admirers then isn’t it empty?
to be loved is to be remembered
but if you wish to hide away your heart
how will anyone ever value your love
know that no amount of viridescent leaves
can border my love and your song
my admiration transcends your coyness
my tenderness finds it way
between the twigs and leaves
my devotion gently flaps its wings to you
to listen to your “koohoo”
one last time
- Nandini Bhattacharya (n5ndini on Instagram)
Tumblr media
miniature painting of a koel.
21 notes · View notes
bishh-kanya · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
O deserted bride,
How will you live in the absence of your beloved,
Without hunger in the day,
Sleepless in the night watches,
And every watch felt as if
It were the aeon of Kaliyuga?
The beautiful has deserted you in the full passion of his April.
Alas the fair is departed!
O Thou deserted,
Now begin to give up your house and your having.
Go forth to the lodge of the forest,
Begin to consider his name.
And if there he shall come upon you,
Then alone will you be come to your joy.
Eager as the caught fish for its water,
Be thou so eager to return!
Shapeless, formless and without line,
Who will be come to meet you,
O beautiful lady?
Take recognizance of your own wed Lord,
Behold him out of the center of your meditations,
Strip off the last of your errors,
And know that Love is your lord.
Saith Kabir: There is no second. Aeon
After aeon
Thou and I are the same.
- KABIR
17 notes · View notes
revivalofthoughts · 1 year
Text
Metamorphosis
Evolution: Volatile. Inevitable. Varying, mutating, revolutionising, Curing ailments of thought. Growth.
2 notes · View notes
ji-jii-visha · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I love Taylor's "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?" BUT these are ✨ DIVINE✨"hothon se chu lo tum, mera geet amar kar do, ban jao preet meri, meri jeet amar kar do" touch my soul (me) with your lips, make my song immortal, become my love, make my victory immortal and "bin puche mera naam aur pata, rasmon ko rakh ke pare, char kadam bas char kadam, chaldo na saath mere" without asking me my name or my address, keeping the customs and traditions away, four steps, just four steps, walk with me please and "janam janam janam saath chalna yuhi, kasam tumhe kasam aake milna yahin, ek jaan hai bhale do badan ho juda, meri hoke hamesha hi rehna, kabhi na kehna alvida" lives, all my lives, walk with me like this, give me your promise to come and meet me like this, there's one soul among us even if our bodies are apart, stay mine forever, don't ever say goodbye and "barkha, bijli, baadal jhoothe, jhoothi phoolon ki saugatein, sacchi tu hai, sachha main huin, sacchi apne dil ki baatein" the rain, the thunder, the clouds are all liars, there are lies in the gifts of all the flowers, only you are true, and so are the conversations of our hearts
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hindi is the language of love and promise (2)
155 notes · View notes
krystalkoldstone · 14 days
Text
People want to hear songs with the words they’re too afraid to say.
— Hilarie Burton, from One Tree Hill
4 notes · View notes
bones-ivy-breath · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
milk and honey by Rupi Kaur
48 notes · View notes
buttercupspotify · 2 years
Text
Draupadi's Angry Hair
Tumblr media
She undid her hair
during exile,
swearing to never tie them she had sought revenge.
Again until
Her anger-burnt,
blood-stained locks,
once her beauty,
now
the poetry of her hunger.
for blood,
for vengeance,
the self
that a man gambled away.
the body that,
men skinned for sport
while a court rich in cowards
watched,
with their mouths sewn shut.
She has now been reborn as a tree-temple:
they worship her hair now, these fossil-rivers of locks.
Someone decorates her hair
with a rose every day.
an island-calm gift of pink,
as if to plead for her to be angry no more.
No one likes an angry woman, least of all an angry goddess.
But anger is her ornament
and talisman and breath
and that organ without she cannot live.
She will eat the rose over the night, swallowing the heart and spitting out the petals.
~ Samarpita (@buttercupspotify )
Tagging some tumblrinas
@white-poppie @whoriyat @desi-potato @draupadiofpancala @ramayantika @almondswirls @kaju-pista @postcardpdf @dirtblockpdf @draupadipanchali @draupadiarjun @draupadia @hinducosmos @papenathys @balladofableedingpoet2112 @kajalgf @jukti-torko-golpo @navaratna @nazarnalage @desidarkacademichoe @desi-culture-is @gopikanyari @themistypoet @radhakrsna
351 notes · View notes
solvaaya · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
From “Oil” by Fatimah Asghar. Text ID under cut.
[Text ID: I’m young & no one around knows where my parents are from. A map on our wall & I circle all the places I want to be. My auntie, not-blood but could be, runs the oil through my scalp. Her fingers play the strands of my hair. The house smells like badam. My uncle, not-blood but could be, soaks them in a bowl of water. My auntie says my people might be Afghani. I draw a ship on the map. I write Afghani under its hull. I count all the oceans, blood & not-blood, all the people I could be, the whole map, my mirror.]
21 notes · View notes