Anjali Sinha

Bistros, Barristas, or Café Coffee My soul craves for coffee Our sorrows- a storm in coffee cup When we supped, Let them get engulfed…

My falling star thou art not a fading one- I caught you quick my aesthetics…

He sees, Tonight, a vitreous calm sea Tourmaline foams kiss Waves lap furtively…

ALLAH-RAM-JESUS I live by your names. Show me the true path Give me that rectitude…

I want to be your fragrant musk, I want to be that soft breeze that gently touches your soul, I want to be that fire, which enflames your heart, I want to bathe in the ocean of you…

Moon in satin while veil sees reflection in groom’s eye- blushes like morn’s sun…

The damsel’s, quiescent buds were bursting in bloom, “shall I take these buds away”, said the audacious frosty knave,…

My love so intense like fragrant musk's incense Would permeate you…

Wondering! ! ! ! ! Thoughts and fantasies reeling, When asleep-things I wish Wish no fear…

He gullibly ate the fake food Thinking that its quality was good. Labeled with a bogus hologram…

You are there, In the tenderness of new born, the stillness of the pond, the whispers of new morn,…

Like an arid desert of Sahara, My lungs of soul were suffocating, For whiffs of love,…

A song of the evening Wow! ! ! ! ! I behold the scene In that city of love In XTS I devour…

As I awoke one morning, a bright summers day amidst glimmer of sunshine peeped underline…

Long time ago in Bethlehem shepherds in fields as they lay heard ‘silent night’ sung by the choir of Angels,…