Theres a slip
Between, the cup and the lip
I know your lips have
Tasted that wine
bolsted your sinews
With energies anew
taken you to fabulous realms
Where no battered dreams
Were made to rest
So that on your wilted crest
A star is born
With a crescent of a moon
But, remember that
There will be no solace
Until and when
that storm which has arisen
is made to rest
and only then
new beings
we become
God and Goddess
Shore and wave
This poem is inspired by Sadiq's SHORE AND WAVE
Anjali
02.02.2010
This is amazingly beautiful expression of emotions, no doubt extempore, on the spur of moment, but look, Anjali, that moment was divine, which made you sing this song. Keep on inspiring us out of the unending beauty ballads of yours, and your life giving 'glances' here.10 ++++
This is amazingly beautiful expression of emotions, no doubt extempore, on the spur of moment, but look, Anjali, that moment was divine, which made you sing this song. Keep on inspiring us out of the unending beauty ballads of yours, and your life giving 'glances' here.10 ++++
unless you are reborn before death, you cannot see the kingdom of God.........and be perfect as your father in heaven is..........a good write..10+++...
Certainly different.................., a poem unique in itself! !
Godess is the power of a mantra. Mantra Chaitanya. Women are the poetry of words. Mother is the welfare of worlds... All men have only one mother, the woman! Who else could care for us all? Jai Maa! Blessed I am to have passed by here. Restful spot of peace and bliss. Your poem...OM
The poem owes its real inspiration from your divine heart which is so passionate. Real and genuine feel of the heart can make a poem truly readable. yours is one. and a tenner...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slow whisper In your hairs My face hidden Every part of your beauty Every bit of your soul Every sense has the power Now resting in peace Counting stars The creation is engulfed The creators are created By the act Divine sleep then follows Your hands on my eyes Make me say In slow whisper Some more dreams