*** Encore -Slow The Love *** Poem by ANJALI SINHA
*** Encore -Slow The Love ***
When I look back
at the city of love
we never did part
the brilliance of the skies
with joy on my face
not half broken, not half hearted
I shall sing that song of eternity
in love, not to sever for years.
Chills blew across my face
and warmer were your kisses
for separation was not my destiny
the song in tears rolled my cheeks,
though the heart be still as loving
and the moon be still so glowing.
Memories mine
shall float in my heart
like casks of treasures in my chest
My humble prostrations
on this nigrescent earth
like the matinal dew
on the viridescent blades of grass
shall not remain
like a chill on my brow.
The vows made together,
Renewed now
with every beat of my heart
drops another tear I cry,
like the low winds moan
but in my silence
I am not alone
On lips of gentry
when thy horse of wings
descended on this city of love
in cheers and in celebrations
when I hear thy name spoken
a light has descended
a Paradise on earth
Where lifes galore
the songs of love
understandth doth I.
All the signs of this vision.
when in secrets we meet
in silence I smile
That while I kneel in benediction
with a smiling heart
sit listening to that angel
that raga of devotion
with stars in my eyes
I see you.
Yes slow the love
Lifes galore
Encore
Once more
01-02-2009
Intense feeling....flood of passion...an incredible outcome! ! ! !
Slow the love (Continues) Final Episode Undone The beloved asked who told you this Art thou God to decide the fate Calling the episodes as the final Did not the love tell you of the thought So sacred but the blasphemy of love As the story goes when the legendry lover Adam Khan* dies with story teller in tears From the audience a man with a sword Bring him back or you pay with your life The horse with the wings that thou flyeth In the visions ah the beloved appeared In dreams in the nature in the loneliness Of nights and the afternoons thou spent The episode who knows what final or primal From the beloved thou wanted separation In the religion of love none worshiped None worshipper as no rituals in play No ablution no baths in the rivers Nothing is sacred and nothing is dear Yet thou think to close the episode Let the beloved be the guide don’t meddle Decide not the fate that thou knowest not Nothing in here and let the mystery Of love unfold for the eyes and the ears On the soil and down the horse on doorstep To the city of love with the pride Leave the judgment to the universal soul He shall not judge the lovers as judgment for what Just a breath away is the annihilation in waiting Hold on the hands of beloved for a dance tonight *Adam Khan-Durkhanai, epic story of love.
a wonderful poem filled by beautiful painful passion...10++++
I see you. Yes slow the love Lifes galore Encore Once more...........................tells us about the sequential and torrential titillating of love.
wonderful flow of words...good imagery...had a drink of love..excellent
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11/15/2025 7:05:39 PM # 1.0.0
Beautifully penned and done well. A oceanic deep sense.