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My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Fading through the unknown
From night till morning
Grueling intimacy breaks the silence dawn
I want to be close to you like Mercury to see your full glow
and brightness of your intimacy
I see you like a Venus because of your unsurpassed beauty
In her eyes
did you see
the long lavender look of goodbye?
Dreams are but faceless
Eyes alone are a visible feature
And eyes indeed
Have a quaint crowd
From the sofa I saw sweet Muffin
Naked on mirror
So raw of meats
Time just flows past
And you never notice
Till subtle changes come bubbling to the surface;
When intimacy turns into indifference.
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee
affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;
From: Sadiqullah Khan
To: Nivedita Bagchi
Date-Time: 12/23/2009 4: 47: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
Subject: A Nobel Prize
Wandering in the the valley of love
Listening to the rustling of autumn leaves
Absorbing the occult dewdrops of solitude
Singing along with the birds
Vagos preludios. En la noche espléndida
Su voz de perlas una fuente calla,
Venus, when her son was lost,
Cried him up and down the coast,
In hamlets, palaces, and parks,
And told the truant by his marks,
Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
À mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond ténébreux de mon âme
Ce souvenir n'est point pâli);
In thinking on the matter,
feelings of lust and love
can’t originate in the heart.
A heart is merely a muscle.
You alone reveal my soul,
The intimacy of my deepest thoughts
Wrapped around each emotion,
Each beat of my heart;
The branches dance in the wind,
The ones outside my window
Across from my desk.
I suppose you know the trees
Let's found a human hewn home
beyond world size as our mind
without walls and latch
where none is the owner,
Grieving an Ocean of Love
As they continue consoling their tormented love, conversations once again somehow find there way spiraling down a path of accusations and convictions, continually punishing one another; only later to find themselves expressing tender intervals of devotion and intimacy; slowly dancing their way through the loss and pain, their souls collide in a passionate embrace for a fleeting moment suspended in euphoria, as their imprisoned souls awaken only to realize they are still apart….once again they say good night.
The music of love, a playful art, to which my heart sings softly the whispers of my soul. As my muse dances to the melody of who i am, a cartography of the intricate intimacy of music, to which my muse and i, dance together through every kiss and every word. Through every passionate embrace, written in every page, with the poetry of love, that captivates and moves the heart in a tantalizing rhythm with its beat, as it plays the drums for the music of love, the pulse of the blood quickens with a lovers heat. As we read through the words and lines as we define and align with the message within, which whispers of the mystery of the heart within, as we begin, we step onto the page with a lovers soft step, moving with each other, toward the next word and the next, as we write to the melody of the music of love.
of the mystical life
is that you experience
that our intimacy
is the celebration
Real Intimacy is not about sex,
It is not about the body's nakedness.
Real Intimacy is the nakedness of the soul.
The flowers bloom in the mystery region between light and darkness.
Crossing thousands of light-years the stars touch them with their brightness
of cosmic love.
The moon is maddened by their fragrance.
Would you send me an autographed picture?
Would you send me a lock of your hair?
Would you kiss this postcard with bright red lipstick and send it back to me?
Intimacy means being there just to be there.
Intimacy means listening and not querying questions.
Intimacy means lending your shoulder for someone to cry on.
Intimacy means being convenient around each other in stillness.
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