I can’t sleep,
I can’t drink,
got to see a man tonight,
shivers and shakes,
imaginary snakes,
walls closing in,
heads in a spin,
body in pain,
always the same,  
I've got a need,
a powerful need.

You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.

///
If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that everything is not for me at all
but when sometimes Camellia called me
I felt all loves were for me
and I thought
me for love
love for mine
and it grew my dream

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every Autumn will not be
played with my wish
when truly I felt that the Rose never withered
but it grew gray
and my dreams went away

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every hope will not be
staying tuned forever
In my springtime when kite flew in the blue sky
and it felt me as the bird's feather
the sky turned colored
it grew in my dream again

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every love is a real love
and when you told me that
you will be with me forever
the red Roses bloomed everywhere
it grew in my dream again
but when you went away
I felt that I was standing alone on the shore
my dreams flew away

If I may not be wrong
but again, when I felt the mild breeze blowing
two birds were singing together
and loving each other
the Spring sprung,
again I heard your voice on the shore
and you told me,
you would not be alive without leaving mine
and again, love grew in my dream

///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
and usually the opposite is the light

The two ways are very distinct
the light
and the dark
but I am wondering for light
And I see,
any existence of objects that stand on the space,
and even time moving towards the dark

The attraction of dark is too high
its gravity beyond,
attracting the young and the old
it bends all the waves and moving towards the black hole
passing as clouds through the event horizon
where there I have stood
there is a boundary
between the heaven and hell

On the boundary,
the hell I see very near
and the heaven, I saw before
cause still I have some feelings
and all my feelings are accumulating in the bean
but the feelings have a little gravity
either good or evil
neither soft nor compact
all drops from the heaven's wall

It has grown more with time
compact more and more
either in core of heart or in pore of spaces
neither in sticky sand nor in the serene soul
all are moving toward the dark

And finally,
I see a big crunch in the dark
but still some particles of light are floating over the dark
and some are still struggling on the horizon
others are waiting on the event horizon to move toward the dark hell
and I am standing on the wall of the event horizon
neither my mind wants to move in the hell
nor I can moving back to the heaven

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Collaboration...Dee and Deborah Brooks

I was the scorched wasteland,
you the ravishing stream
my life, sparse
while yours teemed
my lips parched
while yours gleamed,
one drop water was all
that I had sought,
alas! That was too much
for you to part with…

**I live on
as the deserted desert.

You were scorched in my being
Sent my ravishing stream to drink
Kissed your lips that were parched
My love made you shimmer and gleam.

My tears real, splattered as raindrops
Your lonely hand reaching out
When the day we bid goodbye
In the deserted desert
Alone by ourselves…

Sadness, Pain
is temporary,
always  passes away...

Joy, Happiness
is temporary,
always passes away...

Kindness
is permanent,
people always
remember
an act of kindness...

I inhale
Fresh air
Produced by my
Dear friends
The trees and flowers and plants

I give it back to you

Well look at that,
We do have something in common after all;
Life

Gift Of A Lady
troublesome but perpetual
long ways of tire
Problem Solved
After a day of quarrels and worry .
A fight with the road
Another in the market
office running
One in traffic.
Reach home is like
A compilation of all
Kids on your case
Demanding for their share
Lady needs your attention
Phone calls in progress
And assignments on hold
all need be done
Shortly in time

Going to bed is
To rest the tension
She cuddles all
The worries away
Massages the pain
Mechanical ironing
Out all emotions.
The essence of a bed
With a gift of pretty
And awesome nature
Caressing you to a
Better you
Smilling burdens
Off your shoulder