To gild the lily

To gild the lily is to attempt, foolishly, to try and improve on something which is already perfect. Shakespeare, who mentions the lily in his works on more than two dozen occasions, wrote: ‘To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. .. is wasteful and ridiculous excess.’ The white lily, which is the emblem of majesty and purity, is one of the oldest and most beautiful flowers in existence and, therefore, without need of any further addition of superfluous ornament.

Example in use: 

You don’t need to wear so much makeup; it’s just gilding the lily.

Adding crystals and glitter to the hand-painted wedding invitations was really gilding the lily – they were already elegant on their own.

Their relationship was perfect as it was; trying to plan elaborate date nights felt like gilding the lily.

The garden was stunning in its simplicity – installing fancy fountains would just be gilding the lily.

The chef’s decision to add gold leaf to the perfectly cooked steak was merely gilding the lily.

#idioms #english #gildThelily #gild #lily #1111

Unity

My very cute niece Arwa from India, reached out to me with a cute request last night, she wanted me to write a poem for her on Unityโ€ฆ and soโ€ฆ

๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด
๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฐ๐˜ด

๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ

๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ
๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต

๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด

๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ,
๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ
๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต
๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ต
๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ
๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ด
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด

๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ
๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜Š๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ป๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ

๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ

Masuma kothari

I wrote the above keeping in mind her age, to keep it easy to understandโ€ฆit worked, she got it in her first read!

after that it got a little more interesting when I started using generative AI to build some visuals to go along with my recitation.. sharing fun!

Pother

Pother


Example use in sentence:

  • Young children tend to cause a pother when they
    want or need attention from their parents
  • The bird itself seems to be falling, breaking
    asunder into bits of itself, when it hits the ground, it
    will be nothing but a tumble of spiky spars and a
    pother of wind-blown feathers.
  • If you can give no help, spare drowning me with
    your pother.
  • Don’t get yourself all into a pother, take your time
    and you’ll find your keys.

Waft

Waft

แ—ฏแ—ฉแ–ดT

Example Use in Sentence:

The scent of climbing roses wafts through the window.

The music from the party wafts out to the terrace.

The sound of his recitation waft across the house.

A slight breeze rose, wafting the heavy scent of flowers past her.

Open air markets are redolent with spices, while scents of fresh-baked croissants and cafe au lait waft from nearby sidewalk cafes.

Skew whiff

๐—ฆ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ

When your plans go skew whiff you learn to balance.

Brotherhood

Says a bird 

Where should she be

In the juggle of

Building her nest

She cages to few trees

Soon once a tender fruit

Drops on her beak

And That taste she discovers

to be a gift for the weak

To be nourished by some more

She gathers strength for a find

and assembles her collect

From her own lifts and flights

though the match for that taste

She still does not find

seeking from the vast

Her struggles tunes her 

into being more refined

all those moments of unrest

Then Begins to beautifully shine 

She returns to the same branch

With a heart without any yearn

To devote a little happy thanks

For the passion she had earned

As she wonders through her flops 

That tender fruit again drops 

And to her surprise 

She finds many like her

flying by over her in a line

They carried that fruit

she longed all that time,

So she followed them, 

For a pretty long while

To finally reach

That bliss of all time

On her way back to her nest

With huge plucks for her own

She drops bits of her fruit

And very Happily as she could

For all that she knew

There is

Immense Beauty 

in brotherhood

-masuma