Seraph , in her disguise
walks amidst the crowded street,
In the lanes of the souq,
Where Turkish lamps lit…
Around the corner,was a shop,
diffused from where ,the fragrance of incense strong
A perfume of jasmine doused
The restless minds of the bazaar…
She waded quickly through the mob,
Her zardosi robe was kissing the ground since long…
A sudden strong gush of wind,
blew her veil
a glimpse,I saw…
for the heaven too couldn’t hide,
The beauty of the divine …
Flowing golden cascade of hair,
The mesmerizing dark kohl eyes
The green sapphire sparkled on her hand
beautiful earrings dangled to kiss the strands
An aura luminous reflected beside
The darkest alley became white and bright…
And lo! She flew like an angel,
Vanishing in the group of people,
Impatiently I looked for her,
to have a glance
to feel the breeze,
but the grey clouds moved hurriedly,
covering the radiant moon placidly…
18 thoughts on “TURKISH DELIGHT OR A SERAPH !”
Always special to read and embrace your soothing words my sister! Have a wonderful and blessed weekend Soumyav
Thank you Wendell for your support and the wonderful wishes . You too have a great weekend.
Amazingly beautiful.. seems like a true event. Beautiful picture as well!
Thank you Neeraj! The picture was taken while on our trip to Istanbul and the street most famous of there..Istiklal street…Im glad you enjoyed the verse.
The girl with the golden pen did it again… 🙂
Very well written… 🙂
🙂 🙂 What a compliment Drake! Thanks..
I have no words describe the magic as you start typing, Soumya. I feel I am in Turkey, right now. Whoa! What a feeling! Beautifully description of the girl walking alone on the Turkish streets..a reader’s delight:)
So nice to hear that you got flown away to that place through by words. Iam happy you liked teh imagination.
what a nice your writing carry on.
Thanks for the visit and for the kind words.
‘Things of beauty are a joy for ever’, said Keats, and so are all your poems exquisitely enchanting, Soumya.
Thts a real big compliment Sir to be compared to the saying of a legend himself. I am humbled.
Bohot khoobsoorat !
Ap ka sheri sense ak – sundarta pan – main taraqqi karta hay. ird-gird main barpaa honay walay bohot mamooli incidences main bhi bohot khaas qism ki jhalkiaaN ap catch karleti hain. ye ap ka sheri wajdaan hay jo — kuch nahi — say “bohot kuch” extract karleta hay.
daad, bohot si daad !
Shukriya Rafi! In shabdon mein chipe us marm ko bhi janane ke liye gehrayi chahiye. aap ki baaton mein ho hai,jo inhe padh sakte hai…
Zindagi ki tamam khushiyan avum sundarta inhi choti si sadharan cheezon mein hai,
varna,umra nikal jaati hai jeene mein,
aakhri waqt yaad aata hai,sukoon se saans lena!
loved this one for sure!! keep going!!!
Thank you so much susmy. Nice to know you liked this
The truth of a woman is the mystery of God. I love this, Soumyav. ~ Let us always be a mystery…….even to ourselves. ~ Bobbie
Thanks a lot Bobbie!