///

when I think you haven’t recalled me
and you are wondering to flee
I have discovered myself alone

the evening star is moving under the dark
and the road seems like arc
the time goes underneath the memory hark

I move with the wrong
and my guitar is longing too long
the birds are singing so melancholy song

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
feel you very

when I am coming back to home
and you are running to roam
I have discovered myself again alone

my dreams are floating in bubbles
and I feel you are in so many troubles
dry leaves are falling on the floor

I am walking alone on the shore
and hearing your voice into my core
love moves with so many more

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
Feel you very-

///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

When
Someone asks
Me
Who are you?

This guy
With some
Mass
Having
Senses

Called as
Human

Is that me?

May be
Not

I am something
Which I cannot

Interprete

I know what
I am

But, really
I cannot
Feel
What I am?

I am filled
With me

But, I am
Empty
Within me

This emptiness
Came because of
My lack of
Knowing
What really
I am? ...

Sometimes
        The
    Hardest
       Part
    Of *Life
             Is
    Never
    Knowing
       *Why

You are the book written by the mystic eternal,
in sub atomic particles of each and everything
after transcending the limits of time,
on the wings of the thought in the primordial core,
that witnessed the seeds being sowed in the beginning.

I am entrenched in the inner urge of the spread of everything,
the surge of cosmic mind, all the five elements
the Brahman, most sublime, omnipresent,
at once, inert and omnipotent, a feat one of a kind
the waves of music, the subtle "ÄUM" containing all,
even when the symphony begins, and climbs to the crescendo
when self and the Master, my cosmic significant other,
merge in YOGA, the ocean, the confluence of consciousness.

Would that Man
were like the sky
Which doesn't fuss
when clouds roll by.

Would that he
were like the wind
In patience blowing
rock to sand

Would that he
were like a bee
The common good
is all he sees!

Would that Man
were like the rain
Which mourns when
someone is in pain.

Would that he
was like the ant
Who is wise
won't say "I can't..."

Would that he
be like a tree
Safe heaven's
in its canopy.

Would that man
were like the bird
Grumbling
is never heard.

Would that Man
were like a cloud
But he's like thunder.
Warlike. Loud.

Could he be
more like a flower?
It knows that it
will last but hours.

Would that Man
were like the seas
Which only dances
in a storm's breeze!

Would that he
be like hard ground
Trodden...
... but a sprout is found!

Would that he
be like a fire
Warmth and sparks...
... his heart inspires!

He could be a
mountain range
Solid and in peace arranged.

Would that Man be like the sun
Shining down on everyone!

But Man is not like nature's best
As this world will attest.

If he'd look at her
then he would see
Then, finally,
he would be FREE


(C) The Raven
(C) SoulSurvivor

///
A rough ramp,
too many edged stones on the surface
she is walking on the ramp with booted a high pencil heel
we see her speed, her fashion
we say that it's her smartest move
even her body language shows the beauty
but it's true that one of us sitting there doesn't care her at all

The flowers are on the fire,
blooming throughout the garden
too many colors, coloring the spring
so much aroma appealing around
either the bees are buzzing or not
growing itself through the nature
either we are caring those or not

Birds are flying around the sky
they are highly ambitious
sometimes they fly over the dark clouds
yet they are unclogging their feathers throughout the sky
until the clouds are breaking into the water
showing that they don't care about the height of the heaven
even you see their stunning diving or not

When it's an amazing raining
maybe you are walking toward the horizon
who is shining sharply within the rainbow?
the little boy is enjoying through the window!
its a playful beauty beyond
It doesn't care about thee
either we are looking, caring or not

Boys are barefooted,
walking on the broken glasses,
bleeding blood on the floor
making spot on the spaces
they are running within the daydreams
now they don't care about anything
****! we never wish to care them at all  

///
Musfiq us shaleheen

I think
The worst thing in life to see
Is a happy looking table
Full or people with wonderful souls
To cry like their life depends on it
They send a toast out
To all of those who aren't here with them
They thank each other for remembering
Tell their spouses "No need for the tears, love"
Share stories of the ones lost
The ones that left
They yell, and argue
Besides the fact they're family
And after that short- but sweet- time
They act like it never happened

Distant learning courses in the heart
Irrelevant actions have left us all apart

Acquisitions decaying those stray minded people
It's no longer a commonplace to feel peaceful

Simultaneous occurrences have our mind in disarray
Through our pasts they begin to replay

All these calamitous activities brought through maleficent eyes
Disintegrate what's left sending us in a fools paradise

We reap to elope from these rigorous bearings we call home
Only to find ourselves cast away into the unknown

We strive to survive in a world full of abhorrence
Being seen transparent just as worthless corpses

Those few who prevail are not left without detriment
They are forever severed a mental delinquent

Nevertheless our story lives on
In this godforsaken marathon

-Joseph B Schneider