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ANJALI SINHA
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ANJALI SINHA Poems
- *** Your Beautiful Eyes **...
- *** Make Me Or Break Me **...
- All I See Is You --In Top 500 I want to be your fragrant ...
- *** I Will Touch You- *** I will touch you as breeze ...
- ** Recession Of Love ***--...
- *** Until Death Do Us Part ...
- Sound Of Silence - In Top 500 The morning dawns, with the ...
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*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
I remember
vividly those serene eyes,
shining bright,
emotion in them
Sparks my blood to rise
Thy teary eyes divine,
Speak with love and tenderness,
Eyes, a million stars in them
The picture of innocence.
Eyes seeking me -
glowing,
like that first dew
on the new viridescent blade of grass.
Your eyes my matinal star
Your eyes my middays sunshines,
your eyes my vespers twilight,
your eyes an oceanic depth,
your eyes my autumnal hues,
Your eyes wild jasmines
Fragrant at nights,
Like that sunflower
Gazing the ...
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Hi, I don't know if you'll see this, but I wanted to let you know, I created a visualization/animation of your haiku Plants of Love. If you'd like to see it, you can find it here: https: //vimeo.com/303528335 Keep up the great work.
Where are you, any new poetry?
Holiday blessings to you my dear Anjali. All the best to you now and forever!
Hope you are doing well and that you would soon return to wear your crown again.
Looking forward to read your next masterpiece. Do let me know when you have posted it!
Will thy pen be foever silent or will raindrops of water the poetic landscape with uniqueness and excellence again?
Will thy pen be foever silent or will raindrops of water the poetic landscape with uniqueness and excellence again?
Will thy pen be foever silent or will raindrops of water the poetic landscape with uniqueness and excellence again?
U write so fine, any common reader can become majnu anyway.
Laila could not write poems. But my laila can....