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 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen


Waves are pushing the shore
Continents are drifting from the top of the core
On the other hand existence is grounding more
Who made this life and torn?
How did the beauty born?
And who left this earth alone?
  Who lost the time in a cyclone blown?
I am standing far from the any
And the waves are making the sounds of penny!
I see the wee time folds within the ripples of many -

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Everything is going to be crunched and making new existence in course of time and we are always try to make our existence but never thought about who are fate less and deprived ......
 Sep 2014
Jack
Channeling dance steps on heart beat desires
Melodies drift in endless echoed whims
through the still valleys of our minds
Volumes of favorite pulled titles
vinyl placed orb’d grooves,
hold out their hands,
reaching for us
in memories
of days
gone
by

~

we
smile
and sway
to the rhythm
of this love we feel
Pure harmonic embrace
meets us on the dance floor
as our bodies touch and our eyes
fall deep within the sounds of affection
when we find we are one with the music
channeling dance steps on heart beat desires
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
All of a sudden, I feel knocked off balance; and my head seems to spin
If I fall gravity is going to win
What is happening, is it Love or is  it just Vertigo
 Sep 2014
Dhaye Margaux
I  write because I want to shout

And yet I cannot speak

I want to tell some things in me

But I feel I am weak



I write because I want to open

To make all things so clear

I do not know if one will find

The same sounds that I hear



I write because I want to share

The gift that now I keep

To some it maybe ordinary

But  to others it  could be steep



I want to write, I want to shout

I want to open and share

I want to reveal, I want to help

To show that I love and care…
Just a writing exercise...
 Sep 2014
20something
i've heard that drunk words are sober thoughts,
and you are on my mind right now.
a cheap 80 proof runs through my veins,
my tongue loose with the truths that I can't face in the light;
and just like that last shot I took,
I know I will regret this in the morning.
but I've come too far to go back now.
time is running out before my eyes,
and I ache to kiss you to fill our unfinished sentences,
yet the taste of you is far too intoxicating
and I will never be satisfied with just one moment
 Aug 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
*Tribute to My beloved romantic Poet Edgar Allan Poe*
 Aug 2014
krissie
True love does know bounds
It just refuses to stay within them.
 Aug 2014
pat
I am loving and I am loved
I wonder what life would be without all this stuff
I hear the cries of trapped souls all around me
I see the beauty in life
I am loving and I am loved
I pretend that the bad doesn't faze me
I feel impressed by the world around me
I worry that humanity is teetering
I cry for the twisted minded
I am loving and I am loved
I understand the world we live in
I say optimistic things
I dream about wonderful possibilities
I try hard to say good morning
I hope that they all say it back
I am loving and I am loved
Do you remember me old lady or am I missing from your mind.
You used to be my mother if you only could recall
but you sit here in this armchair humming tunes that no-one knows
and you can't walk without assistance, should you fall.

I've been sitting here for hours and you utter not a word,
just looking into the realms of space, what should I do?
There is no-one in this place with whom I've got a chance to chat
so I suppose I might as well stay here and chat to you.

I watch as you eat liquid meals that spill all down your front,
I mop morsels off of your face with paper towel
and all I have for this attention is to hear you passing wind
whilst your only ****** expression is a scowl.

We never ever got on, hence you living in this home
for you never did agree with me not one singular time.
Whatever I did do or say was almost always wrong
and you never bothered with me in your prime.

So I don't know why I care for you I must be totally nuts
I know you wouldn't want me here not even for a bet.
So I must have feelings for you floating somewhere in my mind
and I know that there are many things I really should forget.

Things sometime flash before me so brief they move that quick
and in all these little glimpses that must have come from God above,
they rekindle tender moments, when you were kind and so sincere
and provoke that once upon a time there must have been some love.

So then with these thoughts in my mind I will really like to say
that I am sorry for the loathing thoughts I have gathered through the years.
I will do my best to make these remaining days that little more
and will care for you my mother and keep you in my prayers.
30 August 2014
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