Silent Voices
By Danish Mand Khan
Going to meet my love, my lovely lovely love. Love unspoken and unknown
My princess so fine, a glorious dime. Her face so bright, her spirit so upright
Happiness eternal when she smiles, ah! the gladness in her smile
Her smile so majestic into which melancholy does vanish
Her sanctified nature and dignified frame gazing at the dust when outside she came
Her hair so fine, a silently placid Nile, dazzling pair of eyes. Ah! those dark twinkling skies
Face so burning, the warmth I feel, sulking into oblivion when I did see
Hands so like milk, the pure white milk, holding together hands, joys enormity
Talks so innocent, so divinely-innocent’, danked heart of mine, turn’th into balmy sunshine
The moment, oh yes the moment, the blissfully handsome moment,
night dark but the eyes,
Her pretty frail eyes, her shimmering twinkling eyes
Upon the shore, upon the sand my love and I, into stupor we descend
Skies shine high above, stars so bright still minute to our delight
Touch her hand when I did do, cotton laden pasture did I suppose
Lips delicate, eternal delight, when meet our lips as saintly as one.
Upon the bed, our celestial abode, slept we together into arms fold
Shiny summer sky went clouded by the winds
Dark gruesome clouds enveloped the sky
Stars did evaporate, wrapped in a mist, so pitiless it did stifle
My Sun so dear, conjured up in magic
Gloomy violent water into my heart sulked deep
The white milky hands I saw held another hand
Distantly stood I, but plainly saw, into another embraces folded my love, my lovely lovely love
My princess so fine, a glorious dime was his chattel, his fine priceless chattel
How heavenly she was how devious she was
Her heavenly countenance, which I could die
My heart it would ache, but I reckoned it to stop
If not mine then none, did I resolve
My scalpel called my name, so obviously called my name
‘Against you, hold me. Deliverance I give from this grief, this swelling grief
My conscience it cried,”Hold you, or I die.”
The moment I thought, my love is my heart
Cried Lucifer, below, “My child,send it below”
The distant woods cried, “If not thine, then none! Be the deed done!”
Died the God which sent me down, burned the gospels so profound
Someone dear, so dear did embrace from behind
O! Satan how I flee from this pain of mine?
Smiled he slow, the scalpel into mine hands he did bestow
The scalpel smirked, ’Am yours to command’
Then I did ride into my lovers abode
Went straight I, and saw her sleeping so fine
She seemed to me an angel her sleep so appealing
My hands moved forward to caress her hair, to hold her to embrace her
Lying was my child into never land, my child, my lovely lovely child
The reminiscence of the past, my glad bright past
Upon the shore, upon the sand, my love and in stupor we descend
‘Fool! Not thine but another is her master, don’t let the past wet your determination’
The voice came, turned my head both the sides, into the ceiling into the dust
‘Where’d come the voice?’
The scalpel it smiled, ’My lord may I?’
Do what you may; away you put my grief if you may
‘I do, I do, I do’, smirked again
My hand it shivered, my senses they failed
‘I cannot comprehend!’
Swiftly the blade went straight through
The blood poured as I did watch
A red stream it flowed upon,
My love looked at me and faintly, ‘why?’
I knew not what to speak but did my scalpel well
Again it went again she shrieked. Roofed her mouth and I did say
‘If not mine then none’
Went home I, ran home I
Oh! The devil, why did I why?
The scalpel I held, to it I did question
Nothing but cold steel was its answer
The blood still fresh, so lively fresh
My love has departed, departed from the world
I bite my flesh, my love is no more
Now she lay so much in peace, six feet below, so solitarily low,
Recluse ‘am I, killer am I, damned be I !!
Upon her grave I see her lie, so tolerantly lie, so divinely lie
Put the flowers above her grave
Hold my hands and I pray
‘My love, forgive me if you may but if not mine then none’
To you I say.
My princess so fine, a glorious dime. Her face so bright, her spirit so upright
Happiness eternal when she smiles, ah! the gladness in her smile
Her smile so majestic into which melancholy does vanish
Her sanctified nature and dignified frame gazing at the dust when outside she came
Her hair so fine, a silently placid Nile, dazzling pair of eyes. Ah! those dark twinkling skies
Face so burning, the warmth I feel, sulking into oblivion when I did see
Hands so like milk, the pure white milk, holding together hands, joys enormity
Talks so innocent, so divinely-innocent’, danked heart of mine, turn’th into balmy sunshine
The moment, oh yes the moment, the blissfully handsome moment,
night dark but the eyes,
Her pretty frail eyes, her shimmering twinkling eyes
Upon the shore, upon the sand my love and I, into stupor we descend
Skies shine high above, stars so bright still minute to our delight
Touch her hand when I did do, cotton laden pasture did I suppose
Lips delicate, eternal delight, when meet our lips as saintly as one.
Upon the bed, our celestial abode, slept we together into arms fold
Shiny summer sky went clouded by the winds
Dark gruesome clouds enveloped the sky
Stars did evaporate, wrapped in a mist, so pitiless it did stifle
My Sun so dear, conjured up in magic
Gloomy violent water into my heart sulked deep
The white milky hands I saw held another hand
Distantly stood I, but plainly saw, into another embraces folded my love, my lovely lovely love
My princess so fine, a glorious dime was his chattel, his fine priceless chattel
How heavenly she was how devious she was
Her heavenly countenance, which I could die
My heart it would ache, but I reckoned it to stop
If not mine then none, did I resolve
My scalpel called my name, so obviously called my name
‘Against you, hold me. Deliverance I give from this grief, this swelling grief
My conscience it cried,”Hold you, or I die.”
The moment I thought, my love is my heart
Cried Lucifer, below, “My child,send it below”
The distant woods cried, “If not thine, then none! Be the deed done!”
Died the God which sent me down, burned the gospels so profound
Someone dear, so dear did embrace from behind
O! Satan how I flee from this pain of mine?
Smiled he slow, the scalpel into mine hands he did bestow
The scalpel smirked, ’Am yours to command’
Then I did ride into my lovers abode
Went straight I, and saw her sleeping so fine
She seemed to me an angel her sleep so appealing
My hands moved forward to caress her hair, to hold her to embrace her
Lying was my child into never land, my child, my lovely lovely child
The reminiscence of the past, my glad bright past
Upon the shore, upon the sand, my love and in stupor we descend
‘Fool! Not thine but another is her master, don’t let the past wet your determination’
The voice came, turned my head both the sides, into the ceiling into the dust
‘Where’d come the voice?’
The scalpel it smiled, ’My lord may I?’
Do what you may; away you put my grief if you may
‘I do, I do, I do’, smirked again
My hand it shivered, my senses they failed
‘I cannot comprehend!’
Swiftly the blade went straight through
The blood poured as I did watch
A red stream it flowed upon,
My love looked at me and faintly, ‘why?’
I knew not what to speak but did my scalpel well
Again it went again she shrieked. Roofed her mouth and I did say
‘If not mine then none’
Went home I, ran home I
Oh! The devil, why did I why?
The scalpel I held, to it I did question
Nothing but cold steel was its answer
The blood still fresh, so lively fresh
My love has departed, departed from the world
I bite my flesh, my love is no more
Now she lay so much in peace, six feet below, so solitarily low,
Recluse ‘am I, killer am I, damned be I !!
Upon her grave I see her lie, so tolerantly lie, so divinely lie
Put the flowers above her grave
Hold my hands and I pray
‘My love, forgive me if you may but if not mine then none’
To you I say.
About the Author - Danish Mand Khan
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A tinge of a poet,
A sprinkle of a speaker,
A shadow of a footballer and a colorful Quill yielder.
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