Our Talk Poem by ANJALI SINHA
Our Talk
You want me to talk
You keep telling me
Talk naaaaa--bolo na! ! ! !
Say something-
Tell
me what! ! ! ! !
Okies listen to me--
I could not tell you in my talk.
You a man,
No self thrasonified.
So humble at heart
manliness of body
Adonis personified.
The simplicity of yourself
and
respect you have for women
crossed all terminus-
stirred my soul.
Even when angry
You an angel,
Gentleness to behold.
the difference in you
and others I saw,
Honesty in every word
Opened portals for me.
I cannot forget,
you think of me,
as a gratuitous gift from heaven.
Always with respect,
With words so gentle
That pierce my heart.
Your gazing looks,
Your serene eyes,
Penetrating,
the depths of my soul,
Asking that question
Again and again,
Is this love so real?
Is it true?
Or just a dream.
No- its not a dream
It’s a story-A GIST OF A TALK SO TRUE
ANJALI
25-10-2008
When i have these conversations, the girl is always listening to me in rapt attention. I guess, even you feel the joy of sharing intimate thoughts, like i do. I likes this poem because, i could associate it with myself. I guess, everybody can, because this is a universal feeling, the joy of intimacy! 10/10 for you, take care :)
Hey Titlee! hey dear paglee! I wonder u becoming alike great psychic healer of UK’s Rose Gladden! Difference is, u by words, and she was by affectionate touch. Rose started healing when she was only 19. Her paranormal mind power was tremendous. Though, this fine poem made me teary! It doesn’t matter. You keep good job. A+ 10+++ always I hav a story, summary is in below- The deadbody in the street! He was an insouciant. Was a poet, a singer, a story teller, a handsome young man. Nobody knows- accident or suicide or what! Mysterious! People puzzled! He himself was an enigmatic. Unfathomable character! Though, misunderstood by some, known people considered him as alike saint character. He wrote love poem but never played amorous sport with anyone. He was rocking in between truth and lie. But the jocund, was always lit up with smile! His dead face too, smiling! People said, 'Ah! What a bright innocent face! ' The world is war-torned! Lovers, who always say against war, They too, are combatting for their personal love! He didn't like war and combat. With this I remember great poet Lorca’s last three lines of his poem ‘surprise’ That is- 'And he was left dead in the street, And with a dagger in his chest And nobody knew who he was' All the best I am going to irregular here. May come now & then.
love always finds a listening ear when it talks. Oh the joy of hearing love talk and seeing love walk... Thanks for sharing my friend.
bhalobasa hoye jay, kora jay na. Thanks for blended bilingual shade… ten with Bhalobasa LOL Ms. Nivedita Cordially invite Didi to read and comment on my poem: Why Hack My She or other poems. niv
Exalted and exuberance of LOVE. Enjoyed with ten dr. sakti
a true loving, gentle man who brings out the woman in you..every line of this poem shows its admiration to the man..i think you fill your pen with love before you sit to write...amasing poet you are
lovely love poem Anju... expressed so lively... i can't help scanning all your poems to check if i miss any of your poems... i love reading your poems..with different ingredients yet all lovely and entertaining and touching... thanks also for the read Anju...'im proud and happy to be a friend of a brilliant lady like you..lol..10++++
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12/4/2025 10:51:50 PM # 1.0.0
A lovely love poem. A preface of true love story. I like your poems