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Nithya Malli(Peru Malli
River Jasmine, Brazilian Jasmine,
Jasminum fluminense)

Is that you're kissed
By celestial breeze
All nights till end
Richly you flit fragrance

And so called NithyaMalli?

Me a captive captured
Await your florescence
To turn from creamy bud
To pure white fluorescence

Anxiety-borne inquisition..

And trifoliate, big, broad
Leaflets in humble obeisance
While in supporting mind
You bloom in heavenly alliance

Lub lub-dub, dub speedy my heart

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Adukku Malli (Arabian Jasmine, Butt mogra
Jasminum samba var, Grand Duke Of Tuscany)

I shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome

Solitary on strong cane
Supporting leaves bushy
Opens your fragrant plane
For tea and perfume dashy

So shall wait dear Malli
Till you're in blossom
In three decks creamy
Full and fragrant awesome

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Hindu Wedding On A Jasmine Day

The season of JASMINE is blooming.
Wedding is on a day of JASMINE.
The couple are ready for the holy-bond.
Guests are ready with their blessing-band.

Baskets of garlands and stringed JASMINE,
With decorative JASMINE tassles is pleasing.
The fragrance of JASMINE is ambrosial!
Breathtaking! JASMINES' aroma is celestial.

Her long plait padded with JASMINES strung,
Atop with strands of JASMINE being swung,
The bride is given a garland of JASMINE.
Also the 'groom is given a garland of JASMINE.

The family deity is adorned with JASMINE.
The guests are given strands of JASMINE.
The couple garland each other in heck.
The 'groom ties an yellow thread around bride's neck.

The priest makes the groom by seven steps,
Promise to guard his spouse in life's ups.
Splattering holy rice and scenty JASMINE,
All bless 'LONG SMELLY LIKE JASMINE'!

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Madurai Malligai( Jasminum sambac, Gundu Malli)

Rubied of the twilights the loam
Redolent of the Malligai grown
Circumambulating aroma aromatizing the zone
City of Meenakshi for Malligai well known

Charmed of pleasance, Malligai's elegance
Even superjacent Muruga raving with diligence
Queen of night as wafting with fragrance
Scene of love to the moon in florescence

Manured of a godly land rich
Made of pentapetaled Malligai much
Trading of the blossoms even abroad reach
Malligai's puissance divine as Meenakshi such

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Yellow Jasmine, (Italian Jasmine,
Jasminum humile)

Atlast, I've found her
Long-lasting fragrant
Pentapetaled brighter
A Jasmine so anticipant

Yellowy, godly rewarding
Daughter of Himalayas
Willowy angularly branching
Shrubby with pinnate leaves

A Jasmine so anticipant
Of respect and worship
Inviting charm and scent
Medicative sure a godship

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Summer Breeze

See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light shining through the window
Lets me know that everything's alright
Summer breeze, well it makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through my, makes me feel it right
Making me feel, making me feel fine
Makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Oh sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And when I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there, yes you're waiting there
Without A care in the world
I see the smile awaiting in the kitchen
Food's cooking and a place there for two
I see the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, well it makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through my, making me feel right
Making me feel, making me feel fine
Makes me feel right
Blowing through the jasmine in my, blowing blowing(x5)
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

song performed by by Jason Mraz
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1. Sisterly Love

the indian woman is
a tormented soul
weeping secret tears
ink that writes lines
of anguish all over
her countenance

her large, sharp and slit eyes
pour longingly into the
the jasmine she strings
everyday for hours
in india street

pure, white, dainty
a softness and scent
that two days from now
will be nothing more than
a dehydrated mess
a mere sore to the eyes

a transience fills the gap
between the flowers
a string of luxury that helps
her to keep a sister close
to her hands, her heart

first jasmine, a sister's
smile, second jasmine,
a sister's promises,
third jasmine, another
sister's smile, fourth
jasmine.....every gap she feels
a loss, a love her fingers will no
more grasp and a sister
her eyes will no more hold

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Confederate jasmine(Star jasmine
Trachelospermum jasminoides)

You came to me as the scenting star
In my arduous flower-hunting war
But the captive is me ever you caught
Freeing yourself tangling my thought

Such is your fragrance from far afar
Tied my quest ensconced in your car
At that I could hold on well with you
Ever green even two-tone as blush you

Timely when you change to new posies
Piwheeled white petals in high bliss
A neat slender wiring ovately leafed..
What then? I grow fragrant overwhelmed

Star, come along as all I on traverse
Just to perfume and not to reverse
But to grow all and everywhere I go
With all the latex to shoot new so

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Flower Girl And The Bargain

Her dreamt-bungalow
Is her caravan
Loaded with a tiny thousand count
Just stringing routine
On to her phonetical 'lee pooyee'
(Malli poo, Jasmine) ...

She decks up fragrant
Crowned herself the queen
With her little three princesses
Of her dream-bungalow

I bargain up to her resentment
Against the hiked price
Hers is ten rupees, mine is five
Per hundred counts two
Or three rupees only townside
Grumbling her tone shrieks
On her vain profit unfit her dream
My final compromise anyway
Five rupees...
And home-grown mangoes some

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Summer Breeze

See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shining through the window
Lets me know everythings alright
CHORUS:
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper lying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor
Repeat chorus
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard days work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen
Food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Isley Brothers
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The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever." The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Night Jasmine- Tree of Sorrow

Mild, balmy breeze,
Hauntingly fragrant
With Night Jasmine.

A small evergreen tree,
Twinkling
With ivory white flowers
In my garden,
Resplendent at night,

Like the star
Studded sky.
Before the day breaks,
The tree silently sheds
Its crowning glory

On Mother Earth’s breast.
To pay homage
In all humility.

Overcome with wonder
I find myself ponder,
As I gather the flowers
In my wicker basket
On my way to the temple.

To offer
To the deity
At the altar.

Oh, Harshingar,
Why are you
Called
The Tree of Sorrow?

Night Jasmine is called Harshingar and Paarijatta in India its
A sacred tree, grown in temples. Flowers are offered to the deity in the temples. there are many myths associated with it.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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I will love myself first

I am a flower
With a set of eight long petals
Shaped a bit long oval
Coloured sky-blue at the bottom
Turning bright-yellow at the top
And with long pollen sticks
White-headed peeping well out

I am an attraction to
Butterflies which keep probing
Me for the sweet nectar

I too attract insects
Very small in size
And which enjoy sliding into me
Along the slope of my petal

I hold for you a mild scent
That resembles the smell of jasmine
But because of the high ethanol content
In my fragrance
I smell with a fruitish tinge

While jasmine has a season to blossom
I am in blossom all through
Either it is winter, summer or raining

Lovers prefer me to rose
As I am big by look and thorn-less

Some devotees come to my bush
Every day and pluck me
And offer to Krishna
The God of the town

I appear much less in numbers
Compared to jasmine
But keep many garden corners
Smelling sweet with my
Special fragrance

I thought I am fine
And everyone else is also
Fine with me
Till that evening
Someone telling his lover
Not to pluck me
As he does not like the way I look

Next day morning
A mother was instructing
Her three year old son
Not to go near me
As my smell is allergic to him

It took just a day
For me to realize
There are so many others
Who have reasons for disliking me

Any way I cannot do anything
To change my looks
Or to change my scent
So determined was i
I will keep my colour
Looks and fragrance in tact
Whether people like it or otherwise

I will keep my glow
Whether insects get attracted or not

I am a creation of nature
I will enjoy being what I am
With all that nature has gifted me

And I will love myself first
Without bothering much
To know whether
Any one else loves me or not

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

quote by Thomas Moore
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Perished

I called to the summer sun,
“Come over the hills to-day!
Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.”
And the sun came over – a tardy lover –
And unlocked the river, and told it to glide,
And kissed the snow-drift till it fainted and died.

I called to the robin, “Come back!
Come up from the south and sing! ”
And robin sailed up on an airy track,
And smoothed down his feathers and oiled his wing.
And the notes came gushing, gurgling, rushing,
In trills and quavers, clear, mellow, and strong,
Till the glad air quivered and rang with song.

I said to the orchard, “Blow! ”
I said to the meadow, “Bloom! ”
And the trees stood white, like brides in a row,
And the breeze was laden with rare perfume.
And over the meadows, in lights and shadows,
The daisies white and violets blue,
And yellow-haired buttercups blossomed and grew.

I called to a hope, that died
With the death of the flowers and grass,
“Come back! For the river is free to glide –
The robin sings, and the daisies bloom.” Alas!
For the hope I cherished too rudely perished
To ever awaken and live again,
Though a hundred summers creep over the plain.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Jasmine & Jonquils In June...

Jasmine and Jonquils In June
Bougainvilleas and Brides Are In Bloom
Also Roses and Ribbons In Rooms
Growing Standing Ovations Of Grooms

White Satin, Silk, Chantilly Lace
Soft Symbol Veils, Flowing Over Lady’s Face
As Long Trains and Butterflies Chase
Yet, In A Vision of Elegance and Grace

Slowly, She Moves Down The Aisle
Amid Garden Rows Of Sunshine Smiles
Been Waiting For The Season Awhile
But GOD’s Blessings and Bouquets: Always In Style

As Expectant Hush, Fills Fragrant Room
For Exchanged Vows Of Brides and Grooms
And Their New Life About To Bloom
Like Jasmine and Jonquils In June

Written & ©: 5/1/10

By: The MoonBee

poem by MoonBee Canady
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A Visit To Bryant Park-Kodaikanal

Waiting to tribute the nominal pay
Queuing gate-way was lined up in awe
That excited hearts eliciting Heaven all around

And I could hear in hushing chimes the angelic voices
From inside prattling in ambrosial tones
That in effect I was stunned entering into that Park

So as to tell you now, it was all rainbow-blots
Blossoming broad and wide in wonder wonderful
That my heart got to be tattooed on a sudden gusto

Over an area of 20.5 acres in luxuriant lushness
That you join me to surmise a divine mischief
Of the celestial chits blotting the rainbow-hues

Then throwing down on there kidlike all kids
Next to clear them in fear of the earthly sentry
Descended but to only flee in sheer urgency

But on an intuitive impulse Mr.H.D.Bryant sensed
And his discernment in hasty anxiety did it all
In hurried grouping pristine of rainbow shades

Whence bloomed a heavenly flora in vast richness
That my eccenticity rolled on them in secet vision
My oddity hugged and kissed and jostled in secret soul

Just to befriend that bewitching scenario of flowers
A garland of floral friends my heart to adorn ever
Pricesses of the queen of hills heavenly heightened..

They my friendly florescence of exotic hybrids and orchids
Elderly pals of trees years and years high and old
When atlast put me into trance under a 'Bodhi'(Birch) tree

I floated under the azury shade of the welkin sky
In captured moment yelled out thanking one by one
O'Fuchsia, O'Aster, O'Crinum Lily, O'Petunia, O'Viola

O'Begnoia, O'Cosmos, O'Dahlia, O'Haemanthus, O'Hydrangea...
Exceeding three hundred and odd they in response voiced,
Even now and ever in welcome 'yes Indira..yes Indira..yes Indira'..

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Name!

I am a rose and don't like my pose,
Pictures of mine gross and cross,
I want to change into another to admin:
Single petal or multi petal jasmine,
Mostly white in color, fit to be the cloud,
Float in the sky during happy hours,
Cry like a baby with unfulfilled desire,
So I don't want to be the jasmine.
How is the orchid in the deep jungle?
What a life with only one offspring,
Must wait for that for many months,
Though lots of color with exotic fragrance,
Orchid is also not my choice to hide and disguise.
Sticky sunflower may wait for her Knight the Sun,
Soaking Lotus may sob and smile floating for fun,
Birds of paradise and flame of forest,
Not fragrant hibiscus of various shades,
Lilies are beautiful but have soft stems,
All these are not my choice to hide and disguise,
When in different shroud, would I bloom differently?
When in different stage, would I be too wise?
What cloak do I wear, my in born ignorance,
And the acquired intelligence emerge,
As the rainbow after the slight drizzle,
should I choose a Name for me as a puzzle?

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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There is no doubt that the exceptional structure of a jasmine flower is part of the complete victory of beauty on earth;
I collect jasmine flowers every morning and put them in my soul.

Camelia Oprița in Universul Iubirii (13 July 2007)
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Mable

As I eternalize her on a virgin white canvas
She gazes at me sans a murmur, in a vanilla hush
The cinnamon blends in the tea pot on the mahogany table
As I capture her stroke by stroke, my adoring Mable

She is a bundle of joy to mold, to behold
In her luscious peacock blue as the palms grip and hold
As she struts her hips on the homely cat walk
I stare at her naked curves with a gaze of a sea hawk

She opens her lips as silence partakes
She dazzles in the presence of lavender stakes
In her velvet hat flowing in the breeze
She adorns her blue sans a single crease

As the brush head kisses the canvas floor
She smells like an angel in a jasmine flow
As the nostrils waltz as they embrace the jasmine white
The night is still beginning, ominously bathing in moon light

As the velvet explodes on to the canvas white
Lavenders bloom in to lofty heights
As her head glows in the soft serene breeze
The strokes run amok to capture, even her least

As the blue in her runs lazily on to the fabric wall
The peacocks eyes steal a stare at the glorious hall
The hall of her body, that glitters like sapphires in queue
She a roman goddess, Selene dancing in the dew

The dew that sips the lavenders on top
The dew that bathes the jasmines on her frock
She a beauty like no other on heaven on earth
As she gazes at me from her heavenly perch

As the last stroke is captured from now to an eternity
She lazily smiles, the velvet, the white and the blue shimmering in pretty
My voracious self runs towards her to feel her luscious presence
The paint brush laments the final strokes, in their abject absence

I clasp her too tight with my eager sweat-laden palms
As I kiss her navel with flattering snuggles bathing in my charms
In my haste, she slips from her perch, as free fell her bough
The vase tore in to pieces, my Mable in her last bow

poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The Wind, One Brilliant Day

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'

'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'

'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'

poem by Antonio Machado
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