Love, where did it make?
And how my love far away from your heart
How it moves through my life?

It installed early when river initiated from a waterfall
It roosts into soul and flows through the vein and vale
And it is seeking the sea where it melts with me

The high Himalayas are out of my range
I could not climb it, she thought
And it makes a dark shadow

The difference between you and me
The shadow as the twilight of the horizon
And after then the dark,
The very dark wall

The poet has a pair of dreaming wings like an angel
And his mind is a gay in such a jocund company

He could, she can break the shadow in mind and soul
How long the shadow!
How thick the wall!
That never stronger than the passion of a poet -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen  & Vanessa Gatley

I've stolen a moment alone.
Sunset burning,
yet everyone's at home.

If only I could share,
My calmed mind state
and love struck stare.

So very busy:
I hear the buses and trains;
Hollow ghosts seeking salvation from pains.

But have they ever sat silent alone
On the single cloud throne?

I wish I could let them sit, forever whole.
Just to smile in heaven, sitting with no goal.

Talk incessantly.
Dwell on temporal affairs.
Ask friends for advice; ignore it.
Air out perceived problems constantly.
Respond defensively.
Never take criticism at face value.
Write off whoever won't humor you.
Accuse others of misunderstanding you.
Build your lifestyle on whims.
Presume entitlement to *** for "being nice".
Choose an inappropriate diet for your body.
Avoid personal responsibility.
Refuse to own your failures and errors.
Justify behaviors that create conflict.
Rationalize unfruitful thought and action at all cost.
Dismiss what contradicts your prejudices.
Compare yourself to Jesus.
Insist on your specialness.
Insist that others acknowledge it.
Don't communicate your expectations.
Blame others for your bad choices.
Fish for compliments.
Use sentiment to ply others.
Use sentiment to ply yourself.

Subject anyone to yourself
while the above applies to you.

Jazzy Universe

This dreamy sky
Holds my mind.
How many objects
Could I aspire
to or despise?

I wonder if
the wind
would mind
if I sat
here for
just a
moment..

Graciously,
It combed
my hair.
Played
with the
trees and
flowers.

How jazzy,
How very
jazzy.

God must
be something
like a jazz
musician!