...
While
Warm water as the geyser
Gives the skin a new taste
After the sudden rain
The sun peeped behind the clouds
As if a fire peaks in the red flamboyant forest
Then purple flowers of Jarul's
Silently washing the suffering of long pain
Worship to God with drunk
Late afternoon in front of the house of crow
Cuckoo calls repeatedly,
Wings fluttering,
Not unnecessarily
She searches her left offspring
Alongside a small river (Kumar) flows
Small dazzling waves,
With a Cold gentle breeze
Flows over my sweet sweat
Ah! Another form of Heaven
Seduced far away from the darkness
Furious within a dream,
I bathe
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Was alone until you were there;
You took my hand in yours,
And we walked the times—both vice and fair.
You left me with no words
To tell you how much I care
For you and love you no end.
Remember the times we spent
In each other’s *****,
With nothing betwixt us but love
In our sanctum sanctorum.
In me you remain, and shall sustain—
In a heart that loves you just and sane.
Remember me and, no doubt, I’ll be there
To bathe you in my love and care.

A leafless tree never needing company.
Yet, always seeking beauty in strangers eyes, staring from a distance, pondering why I’m alone with nothing to boast but empty hopes.

I am a love of yours.
Standing in the cold, wishing for home

My body flourishing,
wanting to be ravished by those curious hands,
never distant, never inconsistent,
I am a love of yours waiting to bloom
amidst the chaos of every days humdrum.

I am just a love of yours.

Our eyes slow dance every time they meet
I carry you in between breaths,
always waiting, our lips suffocate,
our bodies slowly separate,
I find solace in knowing I’m never staying.

Standing in the cold, wishing this is home

The edging dance of night and day,
Always connected, never really intimate,
marveling with my eyes in the sky,
I see an interlude of you and I.

Always waiting for the sun to set,
Staring into nothingness,
Wishing that maybe, just maybe
You'll slowly touch me.

Always waiting for the sun to rise,
I'd lust you in the day,
and loathe you in the night.

A leafless tree waiting for company,
standing in the cold, wishing for home
Wishing that maybe, just maybe

you'll always find me.

She has death in her eyes
Death prowling
Death trailing
Anger bubbling in her heart
Swelling inside
A trigger waiting to be set off
A gun that lies in her heart
She hears
Ticking...
And she
explodes
Her anger boils out of her
And she screams
From all the heartache
All the disappointments
Every single person she has lost

She screams.