/
There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
You have made my moments long
I hunched
And it has turned as the round
Though yet no end but there was a start bound

Clouds pouring rain
Continue moving in vain
Waves of the moment dropping
Away, thousand miles away the wind blowing

These words are echoed a long
Sometimes the scene looks like a sad song
Say insane, thee mind that
Throwing words to another like a tat

Colliding, thunder sparking too many
See you in a Second as the Sunny
Again in a moment disappear, alone
Spend time in the light and dark tone

And then words do not burst
Too much hunger, ******
Not even raining no more
Poetry does not come anymore

Far away,
at an unknown lazy noon
Can recognize a broken part
of crystal moon
~~

In the light of humility
the desert becomes ablaze
dream rhymes call in the dream
are lost in the dark

your love of heaven
comes back to abstract

Sometimes the way I look back
underneath the shadows of new road
that mingles with the smell of wild soil
constantly go forward to the race of love and death

Throughout the ages,
wandering within thousand monsoon
Or in the autumn,
where illusions of the sudden mist
moves him to millions of light years away
who will turn him from the glamour of dreams

In the dark night he who will discover that
at other times, he will meet with a magical moonlit
how come he will come back
certainly or uncertainty In the dark
Or on the tomb of an eternal love
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

A little say to you, my darling
You don't come and love me
I can't commit you as because,
I am not alone, I loved thee -
A millions of patriotic heart
are hopefully waiting for me,
And I have been hearing thee
voices from dawn to till night -
They are calling me as slam-bang
with a same lyric and melody,
As like as a national anthem
is sang as sonorous by together thee,
Darling, I can love you if you love thee
If you come and go with me there
and sing a song what they are singing,
I commit you that I will be with you
forever and ever -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

.
..
...
When the inflated crunching sky turns into the black hole, one by one the expected stars slowly falling on the horizon, sudden deep dark clouds cover the silky face of moon, or the earth takes the full moon.

Long, long shadows darken the meadows, southern wind can’t open your closed window at all, standing along on the curve of a road, a sigh to fly in the wind, roaming heart finding a home.

See the mystic form of the known objects, distant standing old banyan tree suppose to feel a lonely friend of mine, a friend of rootless time, when silly, bogus thoughts engulfed me, want to break up but change does not cry out.

Melancholy beauty in the dark, floating with the imagine gulls in the sky, draw the red sun on the canvas of dark sky within the wings of dream, again see you are playing with the seven colors across my unfinished sky.
.
..
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

A dream,
a daydream within a fever:

I see,
a long road-
beside,
several narrow roads-
seen or unseen
known or unknown

high fever
my body burning
looping within hallucination

your's-
uneven low voice
some broken words
playing jigsaw with me

yet everything your's
me and my fever too

@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

One day these bricks and buildings were meadows
These fields the processions of spring garden

One day on these meadows used to play the cowboy’s melancholy flute  
These fields the playground of the furious grasshoppers

These bricks were rivers
These buildings processions of water

In these rivers the moon's dispersion played on the uprising waves,
How softly the sailor sang his lonely song, disappearing within the shadows!

Travelers,
Have I told you a fairy tale?

///

///
Look! My friend
It is true that
my existence will be graved after death-
you forget me,
as speed squander particle existence--
earth could not remember--
either it will be deformed
or dissolved---

Memory decays as rolling stone-
forget and fade
twinkle childhood,
as daffodils wither at evening---

Today's child
the father of tomorrow
Aye reminisces the past and decide the future,
today's peppy stream with its chime,
tomorrow's buried river-
only articulate history

Civilization, culture and fashion,
those are transfigured by time-
I see, truth has grown as a lie
as the sun rises in the west,
men have made the conversion to lie-
as politics become poly tricks-

Igneous to metamorphic rock,
by the process of nature with time-
the ultimate truth

From summer to winter,
winter to spring -
pouring--
Sweet sweat-
snowflakes-
cuckoo sings
season changeover and being--

But aftermath
my friend,
two things are still ******,
untouched,
my love--
my soul--
the power of God----
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

The gun has risen again,
A few words away from the freedom
The sun is still glow on the horizon,
The poetry has written with ink of blood
Nameless unknown faces have died,
Who is their mother?
Crying where the dark flees around,
I am coming with a golden dream
And an another shotgun -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

apart from a lovely day
apart from a full moon
where a friend is a kite
flying in an endless sky

apart from the springtime
apart from the autumn cloud
where love for the beloved
burning within an infinite heart

apart from a distant song
apart from a long road, alone
a shadow hut behind the dark hill
surrounding wind of very chill

@Musfiq us shaleheen

....
From womb  to born
Every morn
Each breath
Even on the road of death
I’m alone
Walking with broken bone

While the Summer wind blows
In this narrow lane
Love flows in my wide vein
As the Streams of heavy rain
Alone else
Only the past tense

In the dark, I hark
A distant bark
In the dream there was
A beautiful park
With a few sign of paws
Yet I couldn’t find any cause

The Streams going down
While flowing in this old town
The Stone grew worn and torn
Rolling else alone
Like my broken bone
.......
@Musfiq us shaleheen

None but all went on by boats of time
Chaos creates on bean by times uncertainty
As childish mind random impeach began-

Dream boomed with beloved boon
A simple math always out of law
Its never retorted reality -

Thee (friends) hopping with honey hunt
Joy is joyless except cash and gun, replied thee
Money for nothing, love for everything
A foolish fury fondness-

My son and better half engaged with fantasy
Ice-cream, shopping, horror film
Mother stood on a far away
A childish passion blurs
As caged bird sings with his anger-

At dark night, I see large sad sky
Stars apart from love and hope -
Lonely moon hides behind cloud
An angle played an ambiguous flute
A passionate roar of heart called -
A lonely song!
An abstract lonely song! !

@Musfiq us shaleheen

I had ceased your eyes
Locked it into my heart
And opened the Lock,
In a dancing day of May
It sang a song of Love

And snapped again into,
A silent day of dark
After a long dry dark day,
grew as a foot print of Fossil
And I find in a song of sad -

@Musfiq us shaleheen

I come to you -
Rivers come to ocean
As monsoon comes to summer

I come to you -
Roses come to lips
As ants come to sweets

I come to you -
Waves come to shore
As truth comes to me

You went too there -
I wait for you here -
Forever and ever ----

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Love is a Love even when not for yours also.**

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
I want to paint an image of Thy
That's not to be made with Water Color
Indeed desire to paint an Oil Painting
Blue will take from the Sky
Green from the Grass
I will take the Yellow from Barren Fields
Red will be borrowed from Parrot's Lips
And water from Your Tears
Will be grown thousands of Lost Dreams
After mingling of all the Colors
Thy face will be floated,
As the thousand year's "Mona Lisa"
With a patch mystic Smile
On my Gray Canvas

The bottom of the image's will be written
"You, My Beloved"
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Catch you in the dreams
an unconscious thought
conscious gives up
all the desires go in vain
just only come and go

what will be your noun
what's the adjective
even where your existence
either in the unknown space
or disappeared

In front of the empty
but images in the bean
revolving wheel of time
between the light and shadows
have seen the dream

As if I found you
known in the mystic land
pushes the conscious passions
even in the subconscious illusion
Comes an unconscious thought
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

.
Alone, a long night without you
the hopeless romance digging dew
missing words are whispering a few
distant the moon mourning
a melancholy melody
where the very words wandering slowly
in that restless folded chocking night
while the days sky having no floating spring kite
the words,
very words are vigorously coming down
beside a river of this lonely downtown
"Here words are a deep dark
where the dreams touch afar"
Oh! here -- once again ...
I'm wandering in a wonder
dreaming a dream with an endless tender
how the streams are falling from the waterfall
until the hopeless romance turns to fall--
in a deep quite understand
how all those things are moving to stand
in the roaring waves of oceans asymmetry
how the words are grown as an unfolded poetry
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

*Vitreous shinning of moon,
as springtime mothers pique
A train carried me from dark to light,
a rose bud bloomed -

I grasp roses and devotion songs together,
hands with my dreamed darling boon,
A dream decided real, never forgotten,
meaning of love as moonlit, learned from thy

Now onward -
Narrow uneven path,
Aye passionate pain stressed,
Thee roses faded and wither,
As a missing melancholy song -

On a full moon I bide on a boat for thy
Until ache twilight horizon -
Behind apart from time -
A mature pensive ripened,
An abstract passion craved for romance

Oh! It's beyond the wording,
Oh! My darling-
Oh! I forever behold thy
Oh! **! ! An untold love I feel!!

##
@Musfiq us shaleheen

/
The small roads
Is constricted
I can't reach at your home at all
Can't accelerate my desire newly

Walking out of mind
In another way,
Lost Address
After passing such a long days
Can't remember anything
All those demands of time

How else is a way to get lost in transit
Forget the way back home
But what is there left to be
Without the knowledge of my mind
 
Day by day Sounds seem like a fairy tale
Get lost on the road to losing forever
You do not come anymore
Can't call in my old name

However, yet I smell your hair gets wet
See the flowers to be born again
Anywhere in Another spring
Again I dream with this nature

All I know is wrong
But what happened at the time, causes
Love lives between forehead wrinkle lines
Exists as a single grain of winter dew on the grass
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
~~

///

If I see it under a lens
It seems ripples,
that might be made with sand and clay
And it grew gray
but it left several footprints

If I see it from a simple distance
It feels like a vigorous stream,
that might be shown a time with full of tide  
and they tell it's a painting  
that can say a fairy tale

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~~
When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,  
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited

The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window

When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts  

At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits

After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen

My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose

And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!

Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

*I never said to you,
my love
That you are growing
within so hazardous
and
always
It’s expanding within the sky
but
I have
twisted,
roosted,
boosted
and hosted
by
You
As Always -
#
@Musfiq us shaleheen

can't move out
sometimes calling with a big shout
until the death  
always take a little breathe

where your days are running,
purples are divine,
nights are so long,
playing with a shadow song

the loop
makes it prove
the vortex
shadowing my visual cortex

the sad song from all the songs
longing longs
dreams coveting underneath a wings of dark
within an arc

the eyes shut
within the dreams a dream cut
hope, as a piece of ice
within the dark and shadow twice

He remains alone
And wind has no more blown -
He has no brothers or any sister
He wants to say you Mr.
They are your brothers, your sisters
He is a prisoner under a cell
Who has never need a bail,
Who has a heartless heart that never cries,
He has a pair of wings that never flies
Never wait for none,
And he is the ashes after burn –

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I feel thee in dreams
In Reality,
Thee don't come
So I build Statues
But could not give Life

Who are thee?
As if thee are known to my birth and beyond
Saw thee at the sea Frenzy,
Thee at the mysteries of,
As if Touching fortune to write on for an unfortunate

I don't know thee name
Called thee as in the most desire
One day when I was traveling on a Train
Felt thee existence in a wide range of forms across the Edge
At Sunset over the horizon in Seclusion

Felt thee at the Harvest
In the Harvest Festival
Swinging in the air at the Yellow Barren Fields,
In the melody tune of a Cowboy's Flute

In the Huts,
Paths,
Stations
and the Meadows

Thee in my Mother's Words
In the prayers beneath the Banyan
Felt thee in the White Stork Feathers
Sometimes in the Sleepless Dreams
In my Words of Thirst

@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

*Songs tempt me very
Poetry makes me crazy
As if, the drugs I have taken
As if, I have lost and found you again
May be it's an illusion,
And it has grown me as a Rock,
Rocking all those to be rocked
Even my strength has grown as if,
I can make your pain,
That to be torn,
Turn to be a stone
And I can crack your cry
Again those yells have made me
An empty isle -

///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

In my springtime,
when moonlit was falling from her(moon) height
mother was lip syncing the lullaby
and I turned to sleep
It grew a sweet dream of summer
that was created too many stir of dreams

Then I can remember,
when every year,
late autumn had come,
I kept my kite on the blue sky
that was floating with drifted clouds
and I was awaking again with a big shout
sometimes I had seen supernatural shadows on the evening sky

If I address my adult young
When the mystic purple camellia were blooming
the grasshoppers were rounding
and the beautiful shrubs of white flowers were dancing
with the gentle breeze,
I was wandering in the ground
then the bees were humming around
when I painted her wild beauty
and it seemed me as a sweetie

I know you say me a dreamer
but you don't know,
my grandfather was a farmer
and my father was a sailor
who was sailing away his life into the blue ocean

After then day by day I grew older
yet I have locked all those lost in a folder
and taken all those responsibility in my shoulder
after then I had fallen in too many doubts
it was again the too dark cloud’s shout
who are those dark clouds?
how did it melt and bring the tears!
how the petals of roses grew wither!

Then I drafted,
crafted
and drifted all of my dreams
then a train had come to my known station
and carried me again from the dark to light

Again I have made a dream
and I sing a song of spring
after then I take a sad song
and try to make it delighted
that certainly it makes me rolling,
and moving towards the sweet summer
but again the monsoon has blown
towards the dry leaves of murmur
and slowly and slowly,
it has swiped me toward the sound of banner
that was passing through my life
///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
One day I went along this way
to the river
She called me
I had heard, loved
got lost in her

Then,
at that river,
I was swimming,
had a bath
went to the other side,
plucked the red lotus
Tirelessly had seen her maze form,
told her my unspoken words

That time is over
The river is buried,
doesn't call no more
Away,
never hear the songs of downstream
do not write a love poem for her
In fact,
not going the way anymore

Now the way turned the Highway
Cried out to the big Lorries
when I open the old window,
See the rain forms but never reply

Why I still see the dream
In Rain,
A small boat on the river
has lost in the fog-
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Southern winds have gone away
The music player has hanged
When playing the last romantic song

The Chill North wind is Sigh of yours
Has grown the pale Afternoon
How stupid the fade trees Standing!

Distant garden flower's Petals
Wither,
Helpless,
Careless

Midnight dew
Create the illusion of Sound
Nearby Lamppost,
Standing in the dim light fog
Alone,
Retreat
As the Calling Owl of the Night

Smokes of Cigarette lost in the Shadow
Putting the day,
Slowly vanish before
As the Mist
 
Along the road that you have left
Looked at me Surprisingly
Opening the door,
Just want to scream for unknown reasons
Once Again
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~~
Break the time like the twisted tins
on the shack
which had broken at the time of tornado
Squeeze out of the truth
As the juice of the fruits

The old saying
but the truth
Forcibly changed history
Erase from the mind
understand that false

The poem on the torn page
piece set of words
blowing together as a new blend
Just like the Rubik cubes to match
with wit and strategy

Man I
Still hidden inside
Persist - for defeat - burn and broken
Wrath - dreams breaking tension
Anger - failure to prove myself worthy of
Huff - your aloof exit
Boast - a liking to thee,
            love for getting

- The ability to be able to still speak of love
Like to wandering away from the land of Stars
Unjustified
For no reason
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Whatever you say,
You do not delete the date stain on your skin
Over time it may likely to paly
Just think as the sun on the sky
But on the night when do not
Surely, somewhere else, off course in a different way
Or she has hidden behind the clouds

In the dark night,
Again she has arrested as the moon
Today, with the silky light of her,
Laughing this lake,
Bathing the distant hills,
Singing my lost heart,
Reminding the lost poetry

Her form among the many forms
How many words within the words,
The words of lost days
Her light, shines my love

The write which was only for her,
As the unfinished metaphors of poetry
Which has yet to emit moonlit
From the moonlight in a full moon night   

As if a prisoner who breaks down the wall of a dark circle
As if she has come to very near to my old door,
Light has fallen on her faded face again,
As well as the known mind of ours
Which is quite impossible to remove
Even yet that has proven the existence of eternal love
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

An infinite travel in a time machine,
A universe to another universe,
with soul pours fathomless love

There is no edge of the universe -
There is no start and end of time -
There be all of heartless particle
Love will be devoured by black hole!
as light consumed by it-
The infinite gravity,
extreme density-

The time machine exceeds light speed
Space and time-
four dimensional geometry
Time calculation,
Earth clock plus ninety degree right angle
if light exist and whatever the arbitrary -
I can travel past and future,
I know one day,
Universe should be inflated,
within a big crunch-

No men, no women- no love
Thy require nothing
Transfigured life into particles
I will be a particle,
stay at different universe
Endure wondering from universe to universe
Black hole to black hole
There should be an anti particle,
as like as me -
The existence of love should be speed -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Autumn,
The fairy queen
I catch,
Over the vale
Over the gloomy face of horizon
Over the magical rainy sky
Over the fresh land after rain
Over the faces of the attract birds of autumn,
They have lost and found their hopes of love
Over the mystical changes of nature

Autumn,
Over the dreams those have drifted,
Floating on the white clouds of memory
And gathering again the little dreams of songs
When the mild breezes have blown
Over soft hairs and heart of yours
When the gentle mind has followed,
Over thousands flying feathers of birds
Over the grey blurring blue sky
Over the barren fields of yellow hopes
Over the white flowers on the hands of my fairy queen
When the thousand stir of dreams have blown
Over your mind and soul -  

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Away A Spring comes
Through the windows of the old
Where yet I see the past times of gold
Though I could mention
Still takes some times to
Get out of detention
Of all those values of drowning dreams
Though everything passing with trims

Either Come back again
As any other forms
In the horizon of the Wren Drongo, Myna
In the Sparkling bright days
As if red flamboyant of lost Spring
That only Says a beautiful String

But yet the dried leaves are floating
In the water of Calm Lake
Where yet I'm passing a fake
Within the game of light and shadow
While Love wearing a mystic mask
That confesses me too many tasks
Bright and dark moving with cradle

Forbidden to go near
That I Couldn't bear
Flood tide in the river
Full moon broken with eight pieces
In the silver light her silhouette stands on the shore
Behind I see the closed door
In the known Seasons of moon
Century's sigh as if an elusive tune

If slowly lost all
Put those dreams here again
Even I couldn't leave any pain
But the rainy season can be washed
Saltwater of eyes
I try to feel the bliss
Away, will return the golden
Days of Summer  
Off course there will be
Something on the bottom
Love will come on the
Cloud's raft of Autumn
Away, A Spring being a call of beckoning
~~