Quotes about henna, page 2
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haiku by One Who Waits
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An Old Belief
I shall write on my palm,
In the colour of henna
The same old belief
“Whatever it happens,
Men are never faithful.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Alien Eyes
He in whose name I breathed,
Whose name remained on my lips,
He crept in such a way as that each
Recess of my being became fragrant.
I wrote his name on the palm in Henna,
But he met me today in such a manner
As with alien eyes on his face.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Decorations intoxicate
The skirt, made of silk,
That sets on her hip;
The bandanna tying her breasts,
That rests by a knot in between;
A bare waist, with navel exposing,
Wearing ear rings, nose rings, hair studs,
Glass bangles by the dozen,
Silver anklets,
With manicure and pedicure with henna,
By all, a belle tempts even the old one.
12.07.2001, Pkmkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bantams in Pine-woods
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
Damned universal cock, as if the sun
Was blackmoor to bear your blazing tail.
Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
Your world is you. I am my world.
You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Today... 'A Cluster of Henna Blossoms
A cluster of Henna and Camphire is He
The Son of God Who came down to earth for me.
No greater love has any man ever known
Than the love that Jesus for me has shown.
With fragrance so sweet and blossom so fair
None to my Belovèd can ever compare.
For the One that descended down from heaven
stands unique amongst the races of men.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box)
poem by Roy Allen
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Bring Me Back First The Season To Write On Sand
These beautiful bracelets of Motia,
This Kagal, this henna,
Glassy bangles and a tray of red-roses,
Beautiful are the green Anchal and scarlet suit,
The same is sound of the mill,
The same is the crowed on the well
Village is the same, same are the rites,
Same are the old faces but bear new looks,
The same tale, the same promises,
The same fraudulent are the oaths,
O! My old well-wisher, it is all right,
But bring me back first the season to write on sand.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Ebay
Anything you want you're sure to find
just turn on your Pc and go online
In the google search bar Type in EBAY
and start your shopping without delay
Designer dresses from a tenner
Tattoo's containing natural Henna...
Shhhhhhh Perfume by Jade Goody (RIP)
and an FCUK Knitted Hoodie
Buy it now or Bidding from..
don't miss out, cos it's ending soon..
So much choice where do I start...
but with my money I must part...
Forget the queues in shopping malls
EBAY really has it all.....
poem by Tracey TEE
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Purblind
If some one were to flash a light
Would you be able to see
All those things
Which are lost in the deep swarthy
Liquid of darkness
Life's configuration
Death's face
Body of sadness
Lips of sound, dimples of pain
marble-white feet of happiness
Henna-colored fingers of love
Universes of beloved's tresses
Indeed, the divinely musical shadow of God.......
If some one were to flash a light
Would you be able to see
Wrapped up in the primordial fog
Waiting since life's beginning
Some one's eyes!
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poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Where Perfumed Rivers Flow
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.
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poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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