#culture

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  • _rakhi 1w

    Womenplaycard

    अभी मेरे भाई भाभी को covid भाई का sugar की वजह से थोड़ा panic है उसमें भी भाभी झगड़ रही,
    medicine देने जो दीदी आई है उसके रिश्तों को ले कर,
    ये कोई वक़्त नही था, अब समस्या ये है उसके झगड़ने से भाई मर भी गया तो उसका झाट कुछ नही जाएगा बाकी उल्टा हम को बोलेगी माँ बहन ध्यान नही दिए क्योंकि वो कर चुकी है पहले ऐसा। और पूरी जनता दुनिया जहान चुतिया लोग मान भी लेंगे क्योंकि वो औरत है। बस इतना बताना चाह रही थी।
    ©_rakhi

  • pallavi4 2w

    Geisha

    I wasn’t born to this grand life
    I neither expect compassion nor have remorse
    I was carried here by the currents
    Changing the direction of my life’s course

    I sit waiting with my face painted
    In white coloured metallic oxide
    Delicate flowers adorn my raven hair
    The prominent rouge my anxiety hides

    With ruby coloured trembling lips
    And my small hands folded neatly in my lap
    Kohl rimmed eyes lowered in contemplation
    In the dim light of the gasoline lamp

    Draped in a silk kimono
    With the nape of my neck left bare
    A red undershirt shyly peeks
    So does the red ribbon in my coifed hair

    I am a creature of the night
    An artist to be admired and gawked at by all
    I’m perfectly poised from my head
    To the heels of the clogs that make me tall

    For tea ceremonies and spring dances
    I play the shamisen to entertain
    Men who pay for my company,
    Weaving a world of elegance one cannot feign

    Swish- swish my fans sway
    Every movement conveys a feeling
    People come to watch me dance
    And are left with their minds reeling

    Not free to run my own life
    My okasan from my okia runs it for me
    My onee chan keeps me grounded
    Like the roots of a sakura tree

    Behind my painted face is pain
    Of wilful captivity and familial disgrace
    One day when I’m old it will disappear like smoke
    Eliminating my existence, leaving no trace

    Japanese words used :

    Geisha - a Japanese hostess trained to entertain men with conversation, dance, and song. Their distinct appearance is characterised by long, trailing kimonos, traditional hairstyles and oshiroi makeup.

    Kimono - a long, loose traditional Japanese robe with wide sleeves, tied with a sash.

    Clogs - a shoe with a thick wooden sole.

    Shamisen - a traditional Japanese three-stringed lute with a square body, played with a large plectrum.

    Okasan - In Japanese it means someone else's mother. The head of the okiya is addressed as “okasan”.

    Okiya - is the lodging house/drinking establishment to which a maiko (apprentice geisha) or geisha is affiliated with during her career as a geisha. A geisha's engagements at parties, and her lessons in singing, traditional dance, musical instruments and tea ceremony are also booked through her okiya.

    Onee chan - one’s older sister. She is the one who takes a maiko (an apprentice geisha) around the various tea houses, guiding and educating her till she becomes a full geisha.

    Sakura - The national flower of Japan, the cherry blossoms represents a time of renewal and optimism. The pops of pink mark the ending of winter and signify the beginning of spring.

    @pallavi4

    24th of September, 2021

    #wod #consonance #geisha #japanese_culture #sakura #culture #stories_in_poems @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • nonnyboy 3w

    Condemned

    You judge me,
    But still you want me.
    You judge me by the way I dress,
    But still you admire the curves on the dress.

    You love the view but Still you hate,
    You lust for me but can't admit.
    You hate the view you can't resist,
    You are such a coward to judge my body.

    You call me slut because you can't get through,
    Despise and hate your demon blood.
    You marked my body verbal and physically,
    You couldn't get me so you condemned me.

    You marked my body for a piece of clothing,
    I love my curves I was never a slut.
    You marked my body I would have to hide,
    My scars are ugly my clothes can't fit.

    The view you love now gone and hidden,
    You source for another to lust and condemn.
    You judge by our clothing but Still love the view,
    My scars are ugly but you are condemn in lust.

    ©nonnyboy

  • abhi_saxena 4w

    गांव की मिट्टी

    गांव की आधी मिट्टी तो ईंट निंगल गई ,
    उससे बना शहर, हमारी रीत निंगल गई ।
    ©abhi_saxena

  • guided_liberation 5w

    CULTure

    Imagination swallowed
    Devoured at birth
    Seeking a leader
    Anyone will do
    Spiritless society
    I bid you adieau
    ©guided_liberation

  • k_yes_yes 6w

    Nowadays, guests bring
    their tailor-made menu cards with them

    ©k_yes_yes

  • ciara1 7w

    ©ciara1

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  • ankit_the_writer 7w

    Deep
    Difficulties
    Deserve
    Destiny


    ©ankit_the_writer

  • yours_fortune 8w

    Are you still happy?
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    I'm not criticising, I'm just mentioning few
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    #society #norms #culture #unhappiness #poverty #genderclassification #castesystem #poorindia #poormentality

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    WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY WHERE

    1 :- Humans think they are superior to every human being
    2 :- Humanity is a matter of social status
    3 :- Education ruins common sense
    4 :- Spirituality is confused with religion
    5 :- Doctors love ruining the health
    6 :- Age determines your intelligence
    7 :- Beauty gives you a social recognition
    8 :- Humans are divided into race, gender, age, education, religion, financial condition
    9 :- Love or relationship are full of expectations
    10 :- Food is no longer seen to be a fuel to the body

    @the.black_quote

  • fearlesslines 8w

    ...

    The best culture to adopt in life is to be yourself
    ©fearlesslines

  • devilfish 12w

    Your Angel Breath Reverberates

    Like coils serpentine as it boils through my blood
    Beating heart that I compose but words are not enough
    I need more than a Valentine
    To describe the empyrean shrine I hold candles too in nostalgic wavelengths
    Of my mind and your eyes intertwined
    I feel as if my heart stopped where I stood
    Resurrection of a third kind
    I'm revived
    Inclined to taste your skin
    And mesh it eagerly with mine
    Your my religion and I give to you
    The only thing I have
    My time
    I crush every obstacle
    To dust I crush
    These walls
    I make the dam fall because nothing can stand in the way of my watery emotions
    When they rush
    Lust interwoven with Love
    It's more than a touch
    It's words left unspoken
    As my heart bleeds open
    And it soars just like a dove
    My eyes are wide as I admire what you and I have become
    Time that's left undone
    ©devilfish

  • disisdiplim 12w

    #assam
    #bihu
    #culture
    #mirakee




    One wintery chilly day
    When the clouds spread like a veil
    Hiding the sun
    We shivered , as the cold gust of wind blew
    Yet our spirits were high
    For its bihu and the "mezi" was built
    The sweet scent of various delicacies filled our homes
    and we welcomed uruka , denying the grim cold.
    And melody of laughter of loved ones boomed
    As every loner dwelling in the boxed cages of the cities
    returned home
    It was the time to share love with the loved ones again.
    It was time for a gala with the loved ones again.

    ~Happy Bhogali Bihu~

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    One wintery chilly day
    When the clouds spread like a veil
    Hiding the sun
    We shivered , as the cold gust of wind blew
    Yet our spirits were high
    For its bihu and the "mezi" was built
    The sweet scent of various delicacies filled our homes
    and we welcomed uruka , denying the grim cold.
    And melody of laughter of loved ones boomed
    As every loner dwelling in the boxed cages of the cities
    returned home
    It was the time to share love with the loved ones again.
    It was time for a gala with the loved ones again.

    ~Happy Bhogali Bihu~


    ©disisdiplim

  • _jjaura_ 14w

    What if I blend my state with the other state?

    The tale of Indian pals
    Running differently with lives,
    Clubbing together, a new tradition
    Here's when the twist arrives.

    Similar to the family of
    Our own speechless friends,
    With no differentiation, no distinction
    No boundaries to our ends.

    Sharing all they have
    Increases productivity twice,
    Making their lives even better
    Adding a pinch of spice.

    Together shall they stand
    Together shall they rise,
    Wouldn't it be magnificent
    Wouldn't it be wise?

    Together peacefully, no riots
    With the innocence of a child,
    Do they have superpowers controlling
    Them before going wild?

    Roots of cultures connected
    Deeply within the ground,
    Celebrating each other in
    Magic of love all around.

    Different artworks together creating beautiful mysteries
    With its peace and serenity,
    Showing different aspects of life
    Punching the pure authenticity.

    Living together, no offence
    Mutual understanding is nice,
    Together we create wonders
    Miracles to be precise.
    ©_jjaura_

  • deepflowsoul 14w

    I wish they could see you through vivid eyes,
    The romantic light samba through your skies.
    I wish they could nuzzle you with curious hearts,
    Such rich cultures infused with tantalizing art.
    I wish they could dance with your infused souls,
    A majestic unquenchable starving hope.
    We are all we behold,
    We have the ability to rupture this mold.

    #love #humanities #hope #diversity #acceptance #color #culture #vivid #open #hearts #embrace #samba #dance #mold #break #majestic #people #rupture #behold #ability #break

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    Humanity Diversity

    ©deepflowsoul

  • atheist_by_mind 16w

    #RIP Equality

    Respect a girl,
    Only if she deserves it.
    ©atheist_by_mind

  • pranalishah 16w

    - Meme Culture -

    A parody that started with a light hearted jest —
    About nothing yet everything that becomes a joke,
    About nothing yet everything injuring the sentiments of many.

    ©pranalishah

  • trullysaid 17w

    Kash m

    Kash m is desh ki soch m farak Kar pata,
    Rape karna vala or rape hona vala m farak Kar pata,
    Kash m is desh ki soch ko badal pata,
    Danga karna vala or karvana vala m farak Kar pata,
    Kash m is desh ki soch ko badal pata,
    Mashab k naam p logo ko marvana vala or marvana valo m farak Kar pata,
    Kash m farak sikha pata....

    Shìváñsh kálrá
    ©trullysaid

  • intuitivepoet 17w

    You could only hurt yourself trying to prove the wrong as wrong

  • viviella 21w

    My Not-so-Important Battle

    Those mornings when dawn reminds you of stigma,
    When a new day puts you out to the society for scrutiny,
    When stepping out of your house is the beginning of your end;
    They are irrelevant and uncalled for
    Or so they tagged it.

    For when you walk down the street on a knee-length short,
    Eyes trailing behind, inform and beside you,
    Not in admiration, but in judgement
    Of an appearance that covers your most private and delicate part, but yet tagged indecent.
    Yet it is irrelevant.

    You have to wear the Jalamia,
    Like an upcoming imam,
    Even when you look like a clown, wear it and respect the society,
    For that is the number one rule of the universe.
    Anything asides it is improper and indecent.

    For when you express your inner joy in dancing,
    Not in front of your students, but away in your little private quarters,
    The cry of this-is-the-north follows you.
    Yes in the north, being happy and showing it is a crime.
    Yet, my worry is irrelevant.

    When exams come,
    You destroy your principles just to make sure that them students pass,
    Yes, it is the north and everything goes.
    ©viviella