Away from the white Stork feathers
Often seemed to be gentle breeze
On Kans grasses
Superficial white clouds
Small dinghies on the river
To navigate the life

Far away on the bridge
The Silent movement of the Brahminy kite
Southern breeze blew
Tilting the tall grasses toward the North
Leak of the light fell into the Kans,
Into the Soft green grasses

Sunlit mingled with light fog
Seek heavenly feeling
Without the knowledge
The lips Stir of

Walking beside the river
Barefooted
In the air Kestrel's mystic music
The river running with full of chime

What are the forms of you!
Thee bind me with deception!
What a Strange tune!
What those thirsty words!

So that I draw your image
Moving away from the shadows
Soft light blended with the estuary
Away,
Little by little,
To see your face
Like the rig of Ship

Behind the path
A magical dream
Seems like a White Shirt  
That I had left in the Kans grasses

A yellowish brown paper,
that hided in the page of,
an old book
somehow,
a few rain dropped on it
disappeared,
A few alphabet of time
beginning and ending is clear,
said spotted dark behind
called me,
A lost journey of an era-

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Sometimes I feel
and discover myself as a poet
cause I have a little back pain

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

You can see thee existence
maybe lies in the half a way!
Where it comes from, even
What does it say to thee?
Ambiguous, when you try to realize,
through nature and super nature
'O' I have discovered the origin
and cause of tears and laughs
you can try you will be,
through the path where
believers can run -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Sounds are making an impact on metaphors
dropping slight rain on the flowing river,
very winds are playing with water,
Sometimes reminiscent echoes

Lost days
Restless Night's Story
Mystic Songs,
Again returning the portrait of thy face

Hear the echoes of the enigma
melodies of anklet
The sounds of the doors of an old house,
The glory stormy night, surrounded by mystery

Alone
repeatedly thundering
Follow thy footprints,
Searching silently
between the times colliding
pushed each other,  
Tunes
Shakes
bit to bit dilation

whispering the words within the flows
wind of banner murmuring
through the memories
dark playing with light

Continuous the wind blowing
Clouds moving
You have hidden in the shadows
Black and white mingling,
In the changing light
Colors tinting

Your forms amazing
Clouds rafting
See with steadfast gaze
Have grown tired in the dreams
But can't catch up thy
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

It has rounded
when you can't see the end of the road
you seem those eyes have a limit
but you see the sky that moves beyond the limit

It has looped
when you loved her first since you have been missing over the life
you are growing older
but you can't see the end that is beyond the death

It has dreamed again
when autumn is glowing with shrubs of white flowers
you have looped within your dreams
dreams are running with drifted white clouds, its gravity beyond the imagination

It grew love
when you told me a simple word, its feeling is more than the love
now the toys of early day's have broken
but still the broken gadgets have glittered beyond the lights of hope

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Tireless long night
Standing on the edge of the ocean
Big waves fall on the feet

Thousands of miles of distance
At the other end you're standing on top of a hill
Yellow envelopes with a white letter in hand

The last sign of love
Here in the wind, the waves grew abstract
Sand, pebbles treasure in the basin

No privacy in your release letter
Sacrifices love within heart
Farewell poetry written in black magic ink on a white paper

Sound of sighs mingle with the waves of shore
Blurred light in the dark
Black crow, a black crow flies
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
I do not know
Where they are going
Whom or what work
Who or what could be
Beyond their border

Though everyone outside
Introducing while crossing occurs
As if an art of rain
Freaky clouds of Autumn
Beckoning like a floating crane

Stream of life behind the beauty
Turned away see the river flowing
Pulls of upstream,
Stunning horizon,
Longing for losing

Blind beauty of the bare form
Ah! itself an amazing outburst
"There have to go with the glory of tunes"
"There have to go for the needs of life"
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket

I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray

yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams

where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes

I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined

the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-

dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

The last call has dropped,
before that you cried
And I think,
What for you cry?
No option to go there
Even Can't bear the weight of the tears
After, a few missed calls
Tried several times but unreachable
Only I left sigh on the sky
When the sky blurs with blue

@Musfiq us shaleheen

.
..
The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream
but that didn't happen

Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality  

She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows

Then  didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me  
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front  
.......

.
..
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

.
what would stand out!
nothing is left to come back
do not wait
for fate
even if your eyes are staved off
on the dark canvas
draw a dream
life is such
broken game
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Classic words, True,
Yet divine
But inhumane activities growing
The flowers are trampled yet again

There is a magic
Where a group of people who have been in search of food
In the desert
And they are true, but stupid!!

Octopus builds a Camouflage
Not only for the trap
But also they proved to finesse
And we are quickly going to lose the road

They made my fortune
Even God can not change their minds
When they are laughing loudly
Even who could **** the birds in the cage
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
the ladies look odd---
****--
helpless, powerless---
shaky-

when I see
girls waiting at the corner of the road,
in front of a brand new black Ford
red lipstick with red rose--
in a nightclub with a **** model pose--
buying, selling and contracting
with thee,
they are paying, trading,  
and making  X- Film,
online *** service,
growing *** worker,
making capital to grow capitalism  

I can't do anything,
only I can sigh,
I am too worn only a smile
and making a sad love song for her(victims)
you, my friend, hear in a car
and moving so far

Ah!! my friend,
'O' ! my love--
you see, we are in dark!
slowly and slowly we feel,
how the poison grabbing our body and soul!!
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
You are always beneath the sky
though you can think above all the heights
even behind the origin
and following just after

A bit ahead
just before the end of the evening
a distinct dark and a shadow
caught between two stools

I'm moving between the line,
blessing in disguise
stepping forward,
taking the best of both worlds

Shadows have a sound of mist
within the shadows
and the dark has a light
at the bottom on the line of dark

but I caught between two stools
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

/
'll Go,
'll Go far away
Why are you going too hurry,
My friend
I have come to you
Not to ask for anything
Have Come for Sing

Just See the Spring birds there
As like as me
Have composed tune in to thee Songs
Have dressed my throat in to thee Lyrics

I lived far,
Far away from you
I could not come to any
Lest the if there any love has grown
If I have come down to

This Spring rate does not admit
Have defeated me
Have Come to you
Only to Sing Songs

Don't be afraid
'll not come to you never
'll not love you ever
Even though If you love
My Songs once

I don't lose the Spring
Cause I love thee forever
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
/
//
Love is in the vortex water now,
While struggling
Still risen on clenched hand of dreams,
Yet Possession-
//
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

...
..
Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
..

~
Try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
Lost myself in the colorful days,
But Comes back again and again

In the beach seems not at comes back to the
Appears as the illusive silhouette
Comes back again to the shade of trees,
At the rolls along a curve of path
Space between thoughts,
Among the laps of forgotten days

To get back to the rhythm of life,
In the dialectics of stone and emotion
Among the mistakes,
When to walk alone in the dark

In the Joy,
In the hopeless romance
In the morning sun,
Even after the end of the day when gone

Any valentine song that comes to sudden evening
When the juncture of poetry in the transition
In the morning tune of birds ,
Even as the floating autumnal white clouds in the sky

Comes back with the thirst of words
In the Lust, anger, huff  
With the whispering of fallen dry leaves of spring
Again in dreams as my most beloved

Comes back with the feelings of happiness
Unfortunately the rain undertone of pain
The hope of getting beyond the horizon
Either in the territory of the infinity

Yet try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Then I have grown tired
Moved to fast
Could not catch you up
Moved with time

Sometimes too faster
Even faster than the time
Tired to do more
Couldn't Catch you up

Have known the try
Have understood the time
But yet haven't recognized you
Sang your Song
Realized
Got Robots
Even Got nuclear bombs
But couldn't understand you

Already Seek
Invented too many fundamental
Theories
Wondered
Wrote thousands of poems
Philosophies

Even moved through
Space to Space
Restless
Light to Dark
As the Bohemian

Couldn't  touch your heart
Couldn't reach at your home
Even try to move beyond
Still you have remained elusive

~~
Alone, wandering within a dream,
Moving Perpendicular of Counter Clock
Rolling with the Round Stones, Knocking,
Echoing restlessly one after another
Not a romantic tune at all
Feelings are falling randomly
while lovely aromas in the air,
Lights dimming all the ugly duration
while some Faces of Friends hanging
with the Smiles of Sunshine,
Goes slowly between the dreams and shadows
And the sorrows those borrowed
From the chimes of the river,
Over the Silver water while moonlight
Shimmering in a very full moon night.
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

......
In this edge of the end
Where simplicity flows
Through the straight river
The upstream songs
As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring

There today,
Exhausted Myna drying feathers
In the wet air
Sitting on the shade of the window
Steadfast attention on the distant horizon

Slothful day in a comfort bed
With a cup of tea
A longed cigarette,
Romanticism become struck

Outside the open window
Inside out
Light clouds of August
As if the "will" cradling to and fro
Dropping the ageless poetry
Filled with the words of dance

Rain comes down on the unleash field
Essence of mystic tunes flowing
From the tearful trots of rains
Moving, Flooding
The both sides of the river
..............
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love
That submerging under a poetic passion
A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance
Stressing on mind that makes
Bubbles of emotions simultaneously,
Touching and filling the empty dreams
That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music
Passing through the poet's nose and nails
Deep ache  popping at the heart and stone
There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven
A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion
The glimmer chords becoming to splash
The utmost inflames growing to outburst,
Bursts into the fire of gaiety--
Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight
Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow,
Ah! my Love--
Oh! my Love ----
What a Crushing Moonlit!!  
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
Time when cut into pieces
Occasionally in tiny fraction
Hear a sound
To play around in my head

Hit the broken piece
Like a knife objectives
To my heart
****** me

The man who love lost elect
That way the traveler lost prompts
Guess he was not caught
Love does not make projects out

But that's the way to get lost in the river
If nothing else the
Sure finds
One day in her estuary
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

ever romantic the pain,
on the portrait of a poet
the evening sky is as dry tears,
she is too grey to move on the sky
pen is writing on the edge of the page
on what for it’s moving around?
it’s a mysterious dark night,
that fallen on the moon’s face
shadows flee all around,
even the deep dark on the brushed soul -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~
.

Listen,
All this in preparation
Is only for his death

দেখুন,
তোমার প্রস্তুতির সবই
একমাত্র মৃত্যুর জন্য  

..
~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~
The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Little by little,
The colors of the fair are going to finish
One day,
It will be the end
  Of all the vagary

Slow decay of the days
This known Spring afternoon
  Turn to be fading
  Tired
Going to be end

Who has left thy love
Thy hide all secrets in the heart
Days have lost within the days
Getting the path between the path

On what hope,
Loved to Back
And what means
   The life
   Family
Two days of this world
  One day you come
  One day you go
Know the hearts who are loving
   Singing
   Going

On what for her mind cry
She who left her mind
In half of the way
How She grabs all the demands!
Whatever words She departed
In the Songs of despair

So Mind Say
Who is where
Who is for whom
Thy know
Not Anybody else
Passing the every moment
   Alienating  
   Loveless
   Mysterious

Such a colorful world
   Growing
   Glittering  
But this known Spring afternoon
  Turn to be fading
  Tired
Slow decay of the days
Growing to fade your face
Going to be End

@Musfiq us shaleheen

/
One day
i found my friend
when I was in seventh grade
we were wandering
where there
we would imagine
the beautiful
and dreamed with
too many colorful dreams

Then the day had come
and the day had gone
we could not do
what we wanted
to do in dream actually
even we look at the past
yet to hold new dreams
and this moves maybe
the definition of life-
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

........
Darkness comes down on the bucolic path
Draw what on the canvas!
Who will be your partner
When the craft will be departed from the dock

Lost the way in the midst of the way
In the flow of wandering of tune
Flying the handkerchief of memory
In the sky of the distinct shadow

'--' who roost into your Soul
Plowing the barren field of heart
Even Is '--' going afar today
Feeling the stars dropping on the desert

In what, what you find!
In the streams of lost tunes
'--' who stay there
Maybe '--' is a mount of distant

Why are you looking behind
At the time of departure
As the Sun of late afternoon
Only saying goodbye!!
..........
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

the big river has moved toward the sea
and this tiny path has gone to the dark forest
the earth itself a rounded shape
but that spiritual whirls has no dimension

the diamond is a crystal that has too many faces
it shines and attracts all of us
you have also too many faces
but sometimes a few of it seems as the moon or the diamond

the crystal diamond
the moving earth
the dark forest
everything has a dimension
and that everybody has mentioned

but your long road that moves to dark
find a dimension
but you could not mention
always that has grown your tension

the silky moon
the crescent, half or full
has a distinct dimension  
but its dispersion has no dimension
even its beauty,
the spiritual face has no dimension
but it has attracted you and me

the forest that too dark at night
creating sound in your heart
the dark,
the sound
has no dimension at all
but we see the thunder on the sky
that has grown a certain dimension for a few seconds

you see the light in love
that has no dimension
but its gravity beyond
you can feel it into your soul,
when you are alone at a spring dawn,
and you see the god who has been calling you from the end of the path
though god has no dimension at all

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
I wanted you to know,
how much you love me
you told me that
division by zero,
and that I have never done
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Don't get me wrong, darling
Because that's exactly, I do not know how to say
However, what goes out of the home
Rivers, Mountains, Sea
Or beyond the horizon, Any call

You don't make a mistake
I'll be back to whom
So, for a moment, don't misunderstand me
That exotic flute, distant Kans grasses
Even from far away:
From the seashore, I have heard the echoes of another time

So don't misunderstand me, darling
They have relationships with, and you are like me
They are not devoid of love
I give you, borrow from them

For a moment, don't misunderstand me
I bring your pearl beneath the sea,
From the mountains the ancient forms,
The original earthy flavour,
A chunk of drifted white clouds from the autumn sky as a little boat

So, you don't misunderstand me
Where 'll I come back
Where 'll sing their song
Where to lose my soul,
Or will not come
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

=====
Thou art lovely spring days
streams back over the gravity of Ebb
On the snap
Thee floating on a pale purple leaf
and the reason (where we may know)
The golden glisten day of May
Take me So far away
As you
Look like my friends
untouched
though I catch
yet in the illusion!
=====


@Musfiq us shaleheen

.........
I can see through darkness
cause there are millions of photons dancing in the neurons
creates a long chain of yellow object
really form an ultimate romantic virtual subject

Naturally i come and go within it
also feel the sounds of harmonic bit
Sometimes brain makes an emotional song
mystic tune that plays the melody so long

Suddenly the tune breaks when I wake up
try to make up again and that is really so tough
Even I pass through in a very dark night
There I am almost pale and tight

Somehow I go again with the emotional streams  
bully Ah! a bully that seems like mother's lullaby
Certainly I suppress my subconscious sigh
dark, pale say goodbye! goodbye!
.........

@Musfiq us shaleheen

do not take drugs
can catch dreams
and dream up -
even If you baffle
and lost your line
rather you can fly a kite
on the blue sky and
imagine you are floating
on drifted clouds

never go to hell
can catch dreams
and dream up -
even if you lost
your love at desert
rather you can
close your eyes
and imagine you
are walking in rain
drops on your eyes and face

never deem die before die
you can hold dreams again
and dream up -
even you are in hell or frozen

rather you can imagine
at winter dawn
you are walking on
a green grass garden
soft dews touch your feet softly

you reach very near a haven
and dream up another dream
for how to reach at harbor
and how you will
enjoy that haven -

@Musfiq us shaleheen

...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

That night, enhances burning
Lock onto broken heart
Where wounded dream
Forced to speak

Eye, bruised lower fold to fold
Century Mark
The stones on the shore of the sea
Utterly obscure tunes

From a distance, past the blue
Knocked
Slowly
Known any fragrance of flowers

Slowly open the door to go
As if the old house filled with Haggard
In which, the dust off Your Pictures
While erases the dust, Your Smile

----------------
ধুলো মাখা ছবি
---------------
যে  রাত বাড়ায় জ্বালা
ভেঙ্গে ফালে মনের তালা
যেখানে আহত সপ্ন
জোর করে কথা বলে

চোখের নিচের ভাজে ভাজে  কালশিরে  
শতাব্দির চিন্হ
সময়ের পাথর সাগরের তীরে
একদম অস্পষ্ট সুর

থেকে থেকে নীল কোনো দূর অতীত
কড়া নাড়ে
আস্তে আস্তে
চেনা ফুলের কোনো সুবাস

ধীরে ধীরে দরজা খুলে যেতে থাকে
পুরনো ঘরটা যেন গুপ্তধনে ভরা
তারই মধ্যে ধুলা মাখা তোমার ছবি
আর ধুলা মুছতে  তোমার হাসি

@Musfiq us shaleheen