Sans rituals
slipped the costume
down the mounds,
silk and the zephyr
lit the fire of love
with the vintage wine,
for another night
in the nest of love
she gave in at last
slow slow the visions show
to the depth of your love
amidst the tinkle of music
for eternal breath
in the open skies
Anjali
22-01-2009
Lovely nice poem. I express it through this: Love really comes in a slow manner, I am your ardent admirer.
she gave in at last slow slow the visions show to the depth of your love ///love is suchbeautiful thing.. good one i like it
Eternally romantic poem n poetess...u hv an uncanny knack of swayin people of their feet
Slow although, she gave in nevertheless under the open skies where the stars and the moon were witnessing the surrender. Lovely again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a deep pranayam of sorts - 10/10