I met an alien from beyond
Beyond the plane where I could reach
He landed in a carriage
With wheels of warming words and thoughts
He holds a scarf in his own hand
With magic spell of making love
He owe it from the Aphrodite
The goddess of loving passions
I knew it clearly as a sky
The diverging sky as well as air
Colour, culture and the tongue
The age and pave of our life
But I felt it never being
Being with an alien being
Lest I lifted to a plain
And felt as if I were at home.
But we talked and walked together
Beholding alphabets of love
And knew each other to the core
Without the knowledge of sight and hear
What shall I call that feel?
Is it the real unseen friendship?
I can’t make out a word for that
That lovely, sparkling relation
But I feel it in my heart
The poignant flaming bond in life
Is nothing other than that;
The bond of love and loving care
this is yet another wonderfull piece from redoubtable poet sandhya. this time around a certain mystery has been added. words and lines are very good. in total it gives a nice feel.love this poem voted 10 surya
Your poem is on 'wheels of warm words' and generate 'love passions'. Beautiful...............Pls find some of my writings in this site. Best regards, sam varghis
alien...yes; what was alien there? the feeling of love! raw, first time, as never before! poem mystically romantic and more-than-symbolic...good work Sandhya...10
romance in its purest form...agree with Ted and waiting for the second part :) thanks for sharing. A.
vowww! what an imagination! You are really a Romantic. When is the sequel going to be released? Part II
A great dream. Romantic. I think this unlived life is sweeter than the lived. Beautiful imageries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an interesting and nicely written poem on a challenging subject, one that you do not see very often, although I have written on aliens mating with earth women and men several times, Sandhya, in what I like to call Sci-Fi poems. This, however is more of a romantic poem than a Sci-Fi poem, and I enjoyed reading it, as it's very well expressed. Carl.