The night owl never knows
the hour of calling.
The moon cannot shine
without the dark beside it.
Yesterday’s light
still leaves its shadow.
I believe love
requires sacrifice.
The owl keeps crying,
the night keeps wandering.
Still, I wait for you
without hesitation,
like a distant cuckoo’s call.
Summer moves in rhythm
I sit alone
in the midnight mist.
Love comes late sometimes—
or fades into nowhere.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
Zero was never empty.
It was crowded with potential —
a silence so dense
it bent inward.
Before matter,
there was tension.
Before light,
a rumor of radiance.
Points did not gather —
they entangled.
Across no-distance,
they whispered coordinates
to one another.
Thus, a place emerged —
not built,
but collapsed
from possibility.
Mist is the memory of uncertainty.
It blurs the arrogance of edges.
What you call form
is only probability
momentarily obedient.
A thought —
not born,
but tunneled
through the walls of nothing.
It appears.
Ink follows.
Color fractures.
Metal bends to concept.
You say: poem.
painting.
invention.
But these are only
stabilized tremors
in the field of the unseen.
Dimension is a bruise
on infinity.
And every creation
is a brief rebellion
against the symmetry of zero —
which patiently waits
to reclaim its silence.
Musfiq us shaleheen
13.02.2024
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
Dry leaves scrape the ashen ground,
Like brittle bones that make no sound.
They chase the dusk where light has flown,
And crown me king of the alone.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
12.02.2026
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
I walk the edges of loss.
Some days touch me—
cold fingers
on the silver chain of old pain.
A poem flickers.
A lane.
Purple jarul.
Spring holding its breath
for you.
Barbed wire between us.
You know it.
You don’t cross.
Everything has limits.
Even the sky.
Are you chasing infinity—
or just flying a weak kite
against the wind?
My thirst is older than memory.
My chest—
a desert.
Love is the only water.
At night
I dream in fences.
Still
I keep walking
the edges.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
11.02.2026
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
One day,
hunger lingered, yet to strike,
as nature played upon the valleys,
beneath the drifting autumn clouds,
where ripples danced upon the lake.
I wandered there without a cause,
escaping the confines of my mind,
laying in the tender arms of breeze,
singing softly to the twilight air.
And in that moment, I beheld
the shadows of dreams upon a vale,
longing in the white clouds' embrace,
with whispers of forgotten lyrics,
twirling with the lake's gentle ripples.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 10:52 AM UTC
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
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
.
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
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
.
on a floating boat
where a river could be followed
a maximum life may bond
forever and beyond
you can take a long breath
when a river flows towards beyond the death
there a beauty ever warming
even forever a carolleth overwhelming
where the wonder wind always wandering
with the truth
that everyone feels sometimes
but someone feels many times
could be an inherent exhaust romantic
where someone finds always some critic
As if a lovely sounds of the stream
maybe a true metaphor of poetry
always makes beautiful waves of symmetry
that everyone feels sometimes
but someone feels many times
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
It's been a lot of days after that
When the night came to frost
Narrowly in floating fog, Eagerly in vain
The light of the muddy moon fallen
on the waiting ship of a lonely port
Continuously chill north wind blowing
on and over the wall of the standing darkness
Unintentionally anchored in an insatiable spirit
Widely the fugitive soul searching
an unexpected very moonlit night
Ah! many of things stand apart
As the cradle of classic love-
Yet rising even swinging
on the wind of last summer song
And again in another silent night
The sounds of dropping dew distinctly
dissolving with the funeral of the poetry
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
.
Behind the depression of discarded Love,
The land that was once again called rain,
When the ethereal whispered
The day turned again,
Thousands of purple flowers play on that land
With all-colours of butterflies,
Insight eyes grow,
The eyes stop
Dreams run parallel to the path,
A spring of strangely unexplored wind in the afternoon
Seeing the strange behaviour of Fong
Somehow alone you walk through the lane on the shore of the river
Certainly, the melody comes out,
Cradling with the known and the unknown
Want to get back to one turn,
Light and shadow in the game,
The pages are painted in colour,
Again, in the midst of different forms,
In search of her shape,
Towards the illusions of the dream,
In the songs of flowers and leaves,
In one of the magical forms of poem
Where to get lost, no one can stop the dam,
If lost, all is returned,
Then if anyone in the dream calls
And if you wake up
In the dark of the darkness, it is easy to forget yourself
Feeling faded to swell,
Comes out of the poem of great form,
Where the beauty of love is inaccessible
And poetry covers the wide-ranging sky,
An endless loving-laden night,
Whose unimaginable unknowingly unmarked path
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
5th April,2018
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC