Women are the essence of aesthetics, the sculpture of romantics, and the beauty and embrace of the gigantic. More longingly, a sense of fullness, floral fumes, and loveliness resumes. Undoubtedly, the enormous delight for humankind, the sizzling sweat of real butterflies, the mysterious might, the warmness in Freezy winter nights, the shelter in worst misery fights, the eyes that evenly bright, an ecstatic creature by the Supreme Glory. Women are the master wearers of magnificence, diligence, and delightfulness, the holders of passion, pleasure, and possessiveness, their aesthetic affection and attention are the kaleidoscope of lacquers.
Likewise, Helen Keller`s enthralling verse swing has been in my mind for ages, it lionizes the beauty felt by heart and clicks in my mind again while knitting. Women`s magnificence, beauty, and brilliance lie in her touches that can only be felt by the transparent souls, in fact the genuine beholder.
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they must be felt with the heart.” ~Helen Keller
If colors have emotions, I would paint the beauty of women’s aesthetic approach, the mindfulness of capturing more. Being a poet, I state not only physicality but the utmost emotionality, sincerity, innermost integrity, and spiritual visibility that dwelled deep since the beginning of mankind recollecting the diversity, applauding as an emblem of innocence and empowerment. She can mold the human mind to any order with her magnificence, and royal endurance yet to another extent her miserable instabilities, matchless obsessions, deep divergence, and cruel insecurities can destroy stability, delight equilibrium, and delightfulness. As beautifully, writes
“The echoes of beauty you’ve seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire”~ Ernest Hemingway
More overly, I sense, that the aura of feminine magnificence defines their lightheartedness, when the heart of this adorable creature is full of delights, pleasures, and divine affection, she blooms and grooms, she wobbles like a cool breeze, she echoes like a timeless muse, it all depends on her priorities, her boundaries, her stretch margins. But once she earns anyone enters her boundaries, she either shapes the divine dimensions or fires the crystal castle, relying on the manner of remedy and tone of tangibility. I reckon the aesthetic sovereigns are the game-changers.
Poetically, I all adore the magnificence of women’s love, the heart compellers they are, the heavenly engagers where aesthetic beauty and chastity dazzle but, on the other side of the coin, if the threads are weakened and grips are not strong enough then the magnificence move away in terrible shuffles. She weaves as innocent, so value her innocence, all shines and shimmers within. Yet, the standards of modern beauty are enormously high, relating to the magnificence of appearance. Social media has democratized the actual aesthetics of beauty, excessively it all redefined the luxurious glimpse.
“Beauty: the heart of a female, must be praised by the holder of transparency, seeker of tranquility, it relishes fate” ~Tajalla Qureshi
With context to literature, I ink the canvas with the beauty perception of Greeks are associated with mythological goddesses that further express the sketch lines of magnificence through the characters for instance: Aphrodite and Athena are frequently intertwined with beauty, wisdom, and love that idealize physical perfection while Egyptians recount magnificence with divine supremacy. The Roman Empire demarcated it as the symbol of indulgence and superfluous, to status and wealth, one who has the power of luxury, can be the most magnificent, concerning it to the materialistic approach, and after them, the Middle Ages scuffle the standards society set for beauty and magnificence, yet an unethical approach. They shifted towards modesty and humility, one with the humblest heart, vulnerable soul, and greatness in all scores. Women`s Magnificence was heavenly seen through their moral character, integrities, and ethics, with deep emphasis on their virtues rather than their physical appearance.
Furthermore, in the Renaissance, women most often variously acquired profound proficiency, and magnificence was altogether outlined as an artistic approach through the acknowledgeable diversity, yet harmony and congruence were revisited. Whereas romantics overly, amplified the essence of beauty, braininess, and brilliance on their canvas, they artistically adored the emotional intensity, likewise, loveliness was the reflection of core qualities, for instance, Keat and Shelley immortalized their muses through beauty and perception. Moving towards Modern and Contemporary, Women`s magnificence has grown into diverse and dynamic perceptions of empowerment, and individualism. As Byron beautifies in her poetic expressions:
“She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
“She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron
More enchantingly, I would love to highlight, the resilience and magnificence that dwells in the feminine heart, the holder of innocence, yet the fire too, and humbleness yet the dramatic demolishers too, until, unless someone abruptly airs it with a chain of black stones. She is an ocean of emotions, durable, powerful, and high like heaven. But beneath her fiery fusion is a bright brilliance, enormous embrace, and endless grace. Water her shoots and see the magic begin her brilliance bloom.
Coupled with all, I cite my poem that pleasingly showcases the magnificence of her exquisite devotion, love, and compels towards the innocence, transparency and eloquence in feminine character. How brilliance beholds? How fate beautifies duty? How believe be love by beams? Here are my verses that appealingly manifests the charm and beauty in innocence of earth.
Poem#1
Her aura heats with compassionate fire
Melting fears, with love`s delicate desire
Gentle compels, she engages, through the admires
Weaving threads of pair, repair, and soft care
Tender amorous, only in her embrace, all are deeply fair Dwells down, the one ever-lasting forgets, yet it’s rare Beyond the mountain lines, she sensibly signs the right
Athena like the aroma, in heaven-like eyes, when she sights Altogether a mound of magnificence bound in a pack
Rare in rare, she magnetizes the melodies, unveiling the track
Her aura like Hera whispers timelessly jewel at every smack.
The Magnificence of her “LOVE” by Tajalla Qureshi
Poem#2
“All were fated to find her roads to glory
All were picturized to pick her up with a story
Yelling becomes dwelling deeper with delight
Ashes arch into golden pearls in ages of night
Rarely jingles of rejoice and recoil, keep her ride
She senses the melody and might, seat at her side
Chosen to choke the intellectual sublimes
Praised by the Heavenly Power to create rhymes
Certainly, a lavender that desires a delightful sight
From the ground of vultures, she shifts towards light
One that is aware of her transparency, creates her
Right between the twilight, she emerges as a flur
Yet! Fate finds her innocence and immense urges
Knitted knots assume her to deem the submerge
Her stream of slashes evokes her above-love
Destiny decors her promenades to provoke the dove
Wisdom, she hauls, Beauty she applauds
Blow the blaze, Beat the bubbles to make her broad
She, a dove from Heaventh, a soul from the seventh
Rise and revise the glimpses of warm hearth”.
“Clicks in her Fate” by Tajalla Qureshi
I closed my discussion with endless regards to the beauty. The wisdom, Innocence, and Magnificence in her character are the echoes of beauty that delightfully clasp tranquility and transparency even through the complexity of sorrows and mound of silence.
Tajalla Qureshi
Co-founder and Co-Editor of “The Wordsmith E- Magazine”
University of Lahore, Gujrat
tajallahqureshi@gmail.com
Pakistan
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TAJALLA QURESHI
Tajalla Qureshi – a literary enchantress who weaves tapestries of thoughts and emotions with the finesse of a master artisan in the realm of words. She is a gifted wordsmith from Pakistan.
Thereupon, she is the visionary Co-Founder and Co-Editor of The Wordsmith Magazine, where words are woven into magic. Her pen swings across the globe, leaving a trail of mesmerizing poems and columns that captivate readers worldwide. She is a multi-talented creative force who wears many fedoras with elegance and flair. She is named as Miss 20th Century Poetry at the University of Chenab, Gujrat.
On the flip, her writings have been glorified in Pakistan, Germany, Canada, Africa, America, and India in many E-papers, Anthologies, Magazines, and Websites. She was highlighted as the top-ranked Author in many poetic presentations and poetic competitions at international forums. Her published poem: My Phoenix had been arranged in the final term exam for the students of literature at the University of Lahore, Gujrat.
Coupled with that, her articles have been printed in German Magazine and American Newspapers and her poetry has been published in more than 30 International and National Anthologies, in German, Indian, Canadian Magazines, and African Newspapers. Like a shooting star, her literary presence blazes across the firmament, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who encounter her work.