*on Dune Of Sand Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
*on Dune Of Sand
Like the flexible branch of sandalwood
Like pomegranate flowers your eyes
Like opium in spring bled for the drop
The pout on your lip like a flower
Back to bud in amazement you smile
The color of my heart recites love
My faith to live another life enlivened
As we rise from the mundane in beauty
Nature is our friend for the moment
Tomorrow be gone in many yesterdays
The memories I write on dune of sand
In sandstorms I see them written in sky
The symbols are that the caravan of love
Though halts but shall proceed to destiny
In unending music of the bell of camel
Like eagle I fly with the clouds
The north wind takes me to the heights
Separation though I shall lament in ecstasy
When no one is with me my love you are
My companion and solace a haunt sweet
19/3/2009
From the sleeping sun you rose Like an infant in slumber From the whites in a tulip you rose Like the sweetness in sugar the beauty spots on my skin that you counted gently fingertips lingering on every inch of my skin from the brown honey filled gaze you seek the music in my eyes like the water fall in the background you take me to a place where ego is unborn my heart like chocolate in the sun With every moment that passed between you and me blue in the ice and the green in the apple in the remembrance and forgetfulness in real, in a dream, i know not but i know that when you came to me this day i saw every colour in the love's bouquet
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5/5/2024 11:52:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In xtcs I write and sing your praises your name is pierced on the sandunes of memory Like with a dagger that sickle That’ll trickle my blood my necklace of beads are woven The alphabets of your name the bark of the juniper is etched thy name Evergreen its said My faith sees the yesters of the new moon in rise Flying high like an eaglet Whose sight is on that poulet My destiny is flung on your footprints of sand Not to be erased on the slates of your love But to remain in your sweet haunt That haunt called embowerment As a rose lies in it When with the warm winds of east get deflowred Till the scent it emanates Will make everyone faint In raptures of desires So divine so sublime wonderful sadiq you always inspire me to write all this surely 10+ anjali