Love Poems About Saree or Saree Love Poems
by Jose Panicker |
Categories: hope, love, me,

'just By Chance'

I met her at a wedding,
Surely just by chance!
Her sweet innocent looks,
Put me in a state of trance!

Love at first sight...was it?
I really wondered...!
My stupid little heart,
For an answer it pondered!

Draped in a saree,
She looked stunning and gorgeous!
Her charm could make me fall,
I had to be extra cautious!

My mom said...lets go,
Though i wanted to stay!
I had no choice then,
But to turn away!

Destiny...I'm sure,
Will bring us at crossroads again!
I'll make sure u'l be mine,
And never let you go again!

My 'masterpiece' I've found,
'You Know Who' is her name!
Life as I know now,
Will never ever be the same!

by Vrushani Thaker |
Categories: naturetime,

Night

What a time in a day!
When sun takes rest
And moon becomes the king
Stars warrior become inspiration
To many poets, astrologer
Peace spreads its Saree
To protect ears, rest mind
When learners learn, lovers love
When whites shine, milky way
When earth sleeps, hearts awake
This is the time truly brilliant.

                                           by:-
                                           Vrushani Thaker

by Neelamani Sutar |
Categories: beauty, life, lonely, love, metaphor,

Creation

Desire and lust
Spread everywhere
As if sand of a desert.

Climbing up a slippery tree
A naughty boy lucks green guavas.

Standing before a mirror
An impotent colors his white hair
To feel false taste of fugitive youth.

With anxiety, the hungry earth
Asks the greedy sun
To know her identity.

What aptness spreads
Brightness in the solar system ?
Planets, satellites, stars-all are curious.
With mouth broad open
Black holes look blank !
Who is he, running on the milky way ?

Somewhere, perhaps a helpless woman
After satisfying the lust of a libertine
Picks up her saree to hide her womanhood.


by Madhupriya Shanmugam |
Categories: love,

Forever In Your Eyes

First night, he caught my hands,
Ornate place but sweats for fans,
Rather cold outside burning desires,
Enduring lust blossom for pleasure, 
Ventured a kiss on my chin,
Elating joy for the gap is thin - a beautiful 
Romeo Juliet tale within.

Inducing love in to my heart,
Never I enjoyed this scarlet art,

Yard of ale when licked and sipped,
Ounces more need to be picked,
Umber light a mystic sight
Rustic beauties all over so bright,

Evening gown, saree and Crown,
Yelled for rest till the morning sun,
Ears went wet for stories of years,
Softly whispered you stay in my eyes forever...

14 July,2016

by Sneha Agarwal |
Categories: dedication, motherhalloween, halloween,

Halloween of Ideal Beauty!

It’s a new modern technical generation
Still Mother love doesn’t need a reason

I desire to give a dedication as present
Celebrate with Halloween as an accent 

Went with this thought to buy an outfit
Fairies and Queens shown as best pick

Suggested by friends to have eminent
But feeling of soul is not just an element

Struck with an idea to proceed ahead
Prepare a Halloween of natural thread

Traditional crimson red draped – Saree
Ornament of natural flowers lined by Zari 

Ardor day for the selfless care of Mother
Shelter to millions the whole world rather

Perfect Halloween of no tales or fantasies
Natural decor of unmentioned classics!

by Vrushani Thaker |
Categories: adventure, fantasy, imagination

Where People Don'T Run........................

Can there be a place where no noise unfolds,
Where peace spreads it's white saree,
Where the noise of birds, leaves is in full swing,
Where stress slows down it's pace,
Where thoughts run at the pinnacle,
Where one sees through oneself,
Where unknowingly the river flows,
Where people don't run, only thoughts run,
Where the Great's found their way,
Where the mother finds her son,
Where time bows to the bondage of love
O! The place in wonderland!!!

                                                  by:-
                                                  Vrushani Thaker

by Abi Sakthiravichandran |
Categories: love,

Sweat

SWEAT
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HIS ALL ALONG THE BODY IS WITH FULL OF SWEAT
SHE LOVES HIM AND KISSED HIM 
HIS SWEATTING IS FROM HIS WORK
SHE LOVES HIM AS APART FROM THE WORDS
HER FOOD AND DRESS IS FROM THAT MANLY SWEAT
HER SAREE ENDS ARE WAITTING TO TOUCH UP HIS FACE
HER HANDS ARE ALSO WAITTING TO HIM
SHE IS HIS BETTER HALF OFCOURSE|

ABI SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN  MA PGDCA   INDIAN ENGLISH POET