Jayaraj Vyas

The Oriole : Julian E Johnstone : : Bird Poems : :

The Oriole : : By Julian E. Johnstone ▼ A flash of light and a whir of wings,A gleam of gold and a blush of red,And adown the gloom like a star it sped;Adown the green and the trees atween,Like a feathery fire it swiftly fled,With an ebon back, and a golden throat,And a palpitant,Continue reading “The Oriole : Julian E Johnstone : : Bird Poems : :”

The Oriole : Harriette G Pennell : : Bird Poems : :

The Oriole : : By Harriette G. Pennell ▼ Hark, ’tis the oriole’s song,Sweet, worshipful, deep in delight;There’s a spell divine in the radiant voice,Outbreaking from morn till night!O sweet in the flush of dawnComes the golden melody;And for lonely shadows no place is foundIn the message he sings to me!Then the voice like aContinue reading “The Oriole : Harriette G Pennell : : Bird Poems : :”

Pankaj Udhas : Best Ghazals Shraddhanjali : :

1 : : Ghazab Kiya Tere Vaadon Pe : : Daag : : https://youtu.be/UtvYewzM8hQ?si=DMTCMiC6t7CvAe2f ग़ज़ब किया तिरे वा’दे पे ए’तिबार कियादाग़ देहलवीग़ज़ब किया तिरे वा’दे पे ए’तिबार किया तमाम रात क़यामत का इंतिज़ार किया किसी तरह जो न उस बुत ने ए’तिबार किया मिरी वफ़ा ने मुझे ख़ूब शर्मसार किया हँसा हँसा के शब-ए-वस्ल अश्क-बारContinue reading “Pankaj Udhas : Best Ghazals Shraddhanjali : :”

The Song The Oriole Sings : William Dean Howells : : Bird Poems : :

The Song the Oriole Sings : : By William Dean Howells ▼ There is a bird that comes and singsIn a professor’s garden-trees;Upon the English oak he swings,And tilts and tosses in the breeze.I know his name, I know his note,That so with rapture takes my soul;Like flame the gold beneath his throat,His glossy copeContinue reading “The Song The Oriole Sings : William Dean Howells : : Bird Poems : :”

The Oriole : Arlo Bates : : Bird Poems : :

The Oriole : : By Arlo Bates ▼ Like a live flame wind-wafted from altars celestialFloats the blithe oriole through the bright air;Dropping down as half won by spring’s glories terrestrial.Buoyantly upward swift fleeting to fare.Like the light on a fount’s rippling bosom that glancesWith the wavering pulse of its rhythmical flow,Now he rises, nowContinue reading “The Oriole : Arlo Bates : : Bird Poems : :”

O Golden Oriole : Ghulam Ahmad “Mahjoor” : ( 1 ) : : Golden Oriole Bird ( Posh Nool In Kashmiri ) Singing Video : ( 2 ) : : Bird Poems : :

https://youtu.be/hYKGpc5NCoU?si=YD2n69FRRD8aYvob Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor Metra- gam, Pulawama , Jammu and Kashmir / India O Golden Oriole O golden oriole, winter’s gone,Gay spring has come again !Step out and feast your weary eyesOn the myriad flowers abloom. Born in a cage where the candleOf your life has guttered low,Shed your fear, and spreading wings,Learn flight inContinue reading “O Golden Oriole : Ghulam Ahmad “Mahjoor” : ( 1 ) : : Golden Oriole Bird ( Posh Nool In Kashmiri ) Singing Video : ( 2 ) : : Bird Poems : :”

ક્યાં જશું ? રસ્તો નથી .. . સાથ શું પૂરતો નથી ? : રિષભ મહેતા અને ગાયત્રી ભટ્ટ : : ફેબ્રુઆરી ૧૪ , ૨૦૨૪ : હેપ્પી વેલેન્ટાઇન ડે ગીત : :

“ક્યાં જશું ? રસ્તો નથી.” કવિ શ્રી રિષભ મહેતા : : સ્વર : રિષભ મહેતા અને ગાયત્રી ભટ્ટ : : સ્વરાંકન : રિષભ મહેતા : : વેલેન્ટાઇન ડે : ૧૪ ફેબ્રુઆરી ૨૦૨૪ યુગલ ગીત : પ્રેમ ગીત : : અહીં ક્લિક કરી /જુઓ સાંભળીશું : “સાથ શું પૂરતો નથી !?” https://youtu.be/scAc6sqQ8zs?si=-ttsA4exxXIrfclA Yearning Fear Of FiftyContinue reading “ક્યાં જશું ? રસ્તો નથી .. . સાથ શું પૂરતો નથી ? : રિષભ મહેતા અને ગાયત્રી ભટ્ટ : : ફેબ્રુઆરી ૧૪ , ૨૦૨૪ : હેપ્પી વેલેન્ટાઇન ડે ગીત : :”

The Baltimore Bird : Alexander Wilson : : Bird Poems : :

The Baltimore Bird ::By Alexander Wilson:: High on yon poplar, clad in glossiest green,The orange, black-capp’d Baltimore is seen;The broad-extended boughs still please him best,Beneath their bending skirts he hangs his nest;There his sweet mate, secure from every harm.Broods o’er her spotted store, and wraps them warm ;Lists to the noon-tide hum of busy bees.HerContinue reading “The Baltimore Bird : Alexander Wilson : : Bird Poems : :”

One of the ones that Midas touched , The Oriole : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :

The OrioleThe OrioleOne of the ones that Midas touched,Who failed to touch us all,Was that confiding prodigal,The blissful oriole.So drunk, he disavows itWith badinage divine;So dazzling, we mistake himFor an alighting mine.A pleader, a dissembler,An epicure, a thief, —Betimes an oratorio,An ecstasy in chief;The Jesuit of orchards,He cheats as he enchantsOf an entire attarFor hisContinue reading “One of the ones that Midas touched , The Oriole : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”

To Hear An Oriole Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems

To Hear An Oriole Sing : : By Emily Dickinson , Amherst / Massachusetts , U. S. : 526 To hear an Oriole singMay be a common thing—Or only a divine. It is not of the BirdWho sings the same, unheard,As unto Crowd— The Fashion of the EarAttireth that it hearIn Dun, or fair— SoContinue reading “To Hear An Oriole Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems”