I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit

Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong

And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.

Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye

We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

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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

/
My way to separate from you
A great distance,
As if in between a long light years,
Your light takes to reach

Until my darkness
One sleepless night alone
As if a full dark moon
A thick dam on my eye

But your lipstick looks red
As if the color of my blood
Your Car black
Like the color of my skin

Your love pink
Mine blue
Your dream in color
My black and white

You are a star, live beside a star
I can see you
But don't ever go to the touch
Not an one of the far
/
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যেন এক মরিচিকা
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আমার পথ তোমার থেকে আলাদা
একটা বিস্তর দুরত্ব
যেন মাঝে এক লম্বা আলোকবর্ষ
তোমার আলো এসে পৌছাতে সময় লাগে

ততক্ষণ আমার অন্ধকার
একাকী এক বিনিদ্র রাত
যেন আমাবস্যার চাদ
বাধ সেধেছে আমার চোখে

কিন্তু তোমার লিপস্টিকটা লাল
আমার রক্তের মতন
তোমার গাড়িটা কালো
আমার গায়ের রঙের মতন

তোমার ভালবাসা গোলাপী
আমার নিল  
তোমার সপ্ন রঙিন
আমার সাদা কালো

তুমি তারা থাক অন্য তারার পাশে
তোমাকে দেখা যায়
কিন্তু কখনো স্পর্শ করা যায় না
অনেক দুরে যেন এক মরিচিকা
  
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

She grabs my wrist and I pull away
She grabs my wrist and I pull away
She grabs my wrist and I pull away
I continuously run from being chained away.
My mind is full and about to explode
I'm not quite sure I can take the load
On my shoulders that I myself placed there.
I pace to and fro wondering why I do not care.
She grabs my wrist and I pull away
I continuously run from being chained away
If I were told how to move my lips
If I were told how to move my body
I could not live for I would be a chained puppet.
It is not life if you are not living.