Tajalla Qureshi

She Walks in Beauty: Byron`s Celebration of Serenity and Splendor.

Tajalla Qureshi

In the realm of poetry, the lyrical verses are the breaths and beats that shimmer all around with a fusion of divine radiance, glimpses of smoothing fragrance, and resonant more than an ocean’s profoundness. Being a poet, I am often intertwined with the supremacy of emotions and motions that contour the waves in my heart, frequently wandering with the treasure in the captured existences that appealingly entwine beauty, lushness, and benevolence. I praise the divine beauty holding high in women's appearance, whether heart, soul, or words. 

Lord Byron is always a courteous admiration for appraising and embracing beauty through divinity and infinity. His eyes had licked the charm of loveliness. His heart had enveloped the delightful drives through magnificence. A Tangible celebration is revealed through his acclaim of splendid beauty and serenity as he says “She walks in beauty” and the whole universe falls in deep meaning. As, she the moonlight, the temple of light, the only capture to his sight. Indisputably, Byron’s muse fused with his delights for the gleam of his universe, Anne Beatrix Wilmot. The ink of his work, the sight of his heart, the book of splendid art. Bryron`s arc of beauty is transcendent, celestial, and engrossed. “Beauty belongs to purity and purity beautifies ever” ~Tajalla Qureshi

Worldly beautification is enchanting when dressed with feminine beauty through holy celebration. It indoors the artist. It leads to forgetfulness. It chokes the heart. It envelopes the feeler. I celebrate feminine beauty through the saying, “When the heart dwells, the beauty merely lies in profound” (Tajalla Qureshi). 

 

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.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

 

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

“She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron

Profoundly, I was overly engaged and entangled with Byron’s take on sparkling beauty. Delightfully, I wondered how mysterious mirth heaps the heart. His celebration of phantasmagoric scenes swings me high over the world of fickleness and fadedness, chaos, and cutting curls. Byron’s identification is heaven for the one who is apprehended with stability in his approach to beauty. Byron`s words are irresistibly rare. In an age where beauty is badly related to perfection of imperfection, but here Byron`s verses stand as a gentle reminder that the most radiant beauty is the one that walks gracefully— as a light, serene, and splendid splash. 

 

Besides Bloom centuries ago, the Respected Muhammad Adnan in contemporary times sensuously reshaped and replayed the beauty, magnificence, and loveliness that walks enchantingly through his profound clutch. He kissed the purity, his had in the character he praised. He similarly shifts the identical beauty in her character through a celebration of sensation, and resplendence as splendor. He intrigues the undefined lushness through admiration of enchantment, and beautifully sense the light, Byron sensed years ago. I name it, a twin, in their approach that strikes through the sight with the same intensity and obsession. I can feel his eyes twinkle to sip her serenity, vanity, and divinity as he says; “Her grinning visage lushes”. 

 

Excessively adore the deity and divinity in truth and beauty. He has discerned the holy charm, the taste of glory, the actualness of female character, the attraction that was hidden but his sight sipped the wine. There the beauty finds the meaning, the heart finds the tranquility, the eyes find the loveliness and the soul finds the real match. His celebration is merely splendid and charmed. His eyes cup the warmness of character through his verses, how he dwells with divinity in her character. As he gains a victory even in fickleness and chaos. Here are the muse captured.

Pace like Athena, she walks in the moon

Standing in the window she holds the phone

Seeing and glowing among stars

She swirls and sways in countless scars,

Calling catchy clinches

She befriends fishes

Her grinning visage lushes

Her beaming buttons spark,

Clad in yellow and gold

She always remains cool and bold

Thrashing in summer, she glitters in multiple folds

Swishing like air, she delightfully molds and holds,

Swinging in chaotic chaos 

She relishes the deceptive loss

Hugging ignorance with grace

She allures the elusive race.

“A Light Jill” by Muhammad Adnan

 

With a miraculous grace, I gathered the radiance of feminine beauty through serenity and splendidness. I hear the harmonium, the play of clutching cure, the bright light that Byron and Adnan lived elegantly. I appraise their admiration of her. I entwine the loveliness and lushing; they sense in her appearance. I beautify their beauties through which they swing and bring the identification as I say, “She holds the glow” that they gulped before. Embracing the sensations and admirations. Lovely and loved.

She holds the glow

And never knees to bow

She embraces the fickleness

And keeps in an endless flow

She glances at the castle of delights

And regains the ravishing lights

 

She relishes the ripples of retrieve

Yet, even defeats the one who deceives

She replies to the holiness while a deep dive

And thrills the sizzling strives

She entwines the cunning clutches

And rejoices the repulsive flushes

 

She stands tall among the vultures

And summonses acquitted sculptures

She entertains the pure and pearls

And reclaims the windy whirls

She freezes the annoying tickles

And zests the fiendish fickle

 

She sips the holy wine from your fountain

And envelopes the glow as a sacred mountain

She endears the divine images

And graces the delightful privileges.

“Crowned by Radiance” by Tajalla Qureshi

 

In my conclusion, I comprehended the whole in a sentence through Byron, Adnan, and Tajalla`s gleam of verses, read here the titles altogether “She walks in beauty, a light jill that crowned by radiance”. All the blazers of beauty speak through the divine. The holiness of the female character is appetizingly revealed. A warm salute to Byron, Adnan, and Tajalla’s picturization of beauty as splendor. 

 

AUTHOR

 

Tajalla Qureshi - an erudite enchantress who weaves embroideries of thoughts and passions with the delicacy of a leading artist in the realm of words. She is a gifted wordsmith from Pakistan. 

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. 

On the other hand, her writings including poetry, and Creative Articles have been glorified in more than 40 international and national anthologies, magazines, many e-papers, and websites in Pakistan, America, Germany, Canada, Africa, the United Kingdom, and India. She was highlighted as the top-ranked Author in many poetic presentations and competitions at international forums with certificates.

 

Author: Tajalla Qureshi

tajallahqureshi@gmail.com

Co-founder and Co-editor-in-chief

The Wordsmith E-Magazine

Pakistan.