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Oh! You could not try
To wit yourself
You are in the loop and banded,
How will you?
So you shore at halfway
The person who prop
On a boat at a distant river
He roosts into your soul,
As pieces exist in a showcase
You mount at darkness
Men live and brace into your heart
A man who has bilge and dumb
He who say in your voice
You don't know who you are!
Just behold!
Who grill god?
Where is the amorphous?
If you want to know yourself
You discover the man
At the end of the path
Wisdom says,
You underneath on yourself
God ascends on yourself.
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Love's letters clattered in currents
Winds curled to stillness,
in a talus of potpourri,
Season totem, a cluster of hope,
waiting
For one match pulled and struck,
To scare the ghosts from the pyre.
In a choke of smoke
from sweet attar,
Loves heat fans
the embers within
the hearts own fire.

So many words
wrenched from mouth
and wrought from hand
Contortions,
twisted spoken grip,
we strip the evergreen needles
from the bough
and let them fall from the fist,
Sprinkling fir
To the earth as grist.

Had not a sentence stretched from
pulsing ink well
by plume to parchment, or
from warm breath of lip’s beseech
What then of our night would say,
And of our day to listen.

If we do not dare with deeds to fly
Then the falling never ends,
And poem, eternal, ne'er to begin
Loves expression, not its desire,
Is the cachet
to which both life and death aspire.

~~
In touch of you,
one day, thousands of dreams grew on me
after that you left me in halfway
then little by little I have almost forgotten my dreams
forgotten that dreamy highway where there we walked together

Today I'm walking alone,
so alone,
towards an unknown way,
where there I hear my wounded dreams
and my love calling me,
calling me as if they are in a trap
As if they are in a cage
where there I see a narrow way,
I never go through such a way,
very congested,
little bit hazy,
too shadow,
dark,
and a few footsteps that I have seen
where there my dreams calling,
my lost love calling,
calling too loudly

Again I feel my heart has overflowed
floating over my lost dreams,
flooding over my lost love

I'm walking through that narrow way
little by little that sound has seemed strong,
little by little I have heard her voice to grow long
may be I am so close to my love,
so close to my dreams
my right hand moving,
moving through the dark
I try to break the shadow,
try to catch my dreams
I have become tired,
Try to take a little breath
and finally,
I break the shadow,
shatter the dark
and finding her within the dark
seeking my dreams within the shadow
but I can't see anything,

Yet the clock moving on--
still I'm uttering her name
and dreaming within my thousands of daydreams
where I had left one long spring--
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen


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হাজারো স্বপ্ন ও একটি ভালবাসা
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তোমার স্পর্শে
একদিন যখন হাজারো স্বপ্ন
বুদবুদ করতো--  
তারপর মাঝ রাস্তায় রেখে
চলে গেলে তুমি--
আস্তে আস্তে
ভুলে যেতে থাকলাম সপ্ন গুলোকে,
ভুলে যেতে থাকলাম সেই স্বপ্নের রাজপথ
যে পথে হাটতাম আমরা -

আজ আমি একা
বড় একা-
এক অচেনা রাস্তায় হাটি,
যেখানে শুনতে পাই,
আমার আহত সপ্নেরা,
আমার হারানো ভালবাসা,
আমায় ডাকে-
শুনে যেন মনে হয়
তারা বড় অসহায়,  
মনে হই তারা বন্দী,
সেখানে একটা সরু রাস্তা দেখতে পাই
এমন রাস্তায় আগে কখনো যাই নাই
খুবিই দমবন্ধ করা-
খুবিই দুর্ভেদ্য-
ঘন ছায়া,
অন্ধকার,
ঔইখানে কিছু পদচিন্হ দেখি
সেখানে স্বপ্নরা ডাকে,
হারানো ভালবাসা ডাকে,
উচু স্বরে ডাকে-

আবার হৃদয় প্লাবিত হয়
যা ভাসছে হারানো সপ্নের উপর
প্লাবিত হচ্চে হারানো ভালোবাসের উপর

আমি সেই সংকীর্ণ রাস্তা দিয়া হাটি
আস্তে আস্তে শব্দগুলো স্পষ্ট হয়
আস্তে আস্তে  তার সুর সুনতে পাই
হইত আমি ভালবাসার খুবই কাছে
হইত সপ্নের খুবই কাছে
ডান হাত সরছে
চলছে আধারের মধ্যে দিয়ে
চেষ্টা করি ওই ছায়াকে দূর করতে
চেষ্টা করি স্বপ্নকে ধরতে
দারুন ক্লান্ত,
চেষ্টা করি একটু শ্বাস নিতে
এবং শেষে,
মুছে ফেলি ওই ছায়া
বন্ধ করি ওই আধার
খুজি ওই আধারে ভালোবাসা
খুজি সপ্নকে  ওই ছায়াতে
কিন্তু পাইনা খুঁজে কিছুই-

এখনো ঘড়ির কাটা ঘুরে
প্রতিনিয়ত তার নাম উচার্রণ করি  
সপ্নদেখি শত সহস্র দিবাস্বপ্নের মাঝে  
যেখানে আমি ফেলে এসেছি দীর্ঘ এক বসন্ত--
~~
@মুসফিক উস সালেহীন

Zealous before, jealous after
Curious before, spurious after
Friendly before, foully after
Exciting before, exhausted after
Love before, leave after
Promise before, miss it after
Borrow before, sorrow after
Spring before, summer after
  
Be good as ever before
Be bad never after
Be kind as ever before
Be unkind never after
Be honest as ever before
Be dishonest never after

In my dream I went missing
Everyone went looking for me
Without a trace I had vanished
No last words or letters ever written
Leaving parts of my presence
But no one ever got a clue of my feelings
There was no reason for them to believe
For I was there for everyone
Listening to every word they had to say
Giving them solace when things went wrong
No one ever heard my story
For I never had a chance to narrate
I went missing, with all my poems and stories
Within them I was living my life
Making the changes with the pen I had
Then suddenly the ink ran dry
I had gone too far, with my manuscripts
No one will ever read my writings
In my dream someone came asking, “Where are you from?”
I could not talk and did not have a language
I handed over the manuscripts
To read out my writings
Suddenly I woke up
And to a new day
Now the dream is behind me
Another day waits in anticipation

There are so many roads you can take
To reach your destination in life
The busy road, the lonely road and broken road
You step on so many footsteps
Wondering, whether they will lead you there
So many roads, all seems to be leading somewhere
Which one do you choose?
Or you take the road everyone takes, without thinking
No matter where you are
And you want to reach there, maybe alone
You are there carving a new road for yourself
Being on the road, the lonely traveler
With many experiences to gather
You can be the best storyteller, when you are there
After a long and arduous journey

As the wind speed of mind increases, he loses weight
sees the clouds ethereal nearer and crowd in which
he  too jostled like an imbecile, becoming far off dots
selfishness, greed, jealousy,pride, lust , avarice and violence
self-pity masquerading as love, all this still tie them down
some among them fornicate words, turn them in to  ******,
this happens for ages, but none has the power to stop the rot,
look at those mindless wonders that dance in ****, we watch
in horror but pretend as if we are delighted, to keep the peers gleeful.

Don't you want a journey of your own  through inner landscape
no more be a kite,begging for the mercy of those who pull the string
who fake *******, think something and pretend contrary to it, dupe.

"I am sky bound, levitate, a cloud heavy with sadness,still buoyant,
I would rain,when feel drained, assume the white cloak of purity.
I am the earth and fire,wind and water, limitlessness of the space"

When is a white horse not a horse?
Ask le chinois

What is the white horse prophecy?
Ask Joseph Smith (maybe even ask Mitt)

When Jupiter winks
I think

When Black Elk speaks
I listen

When Venus whispers
I long

When Seven Kingdoms fall
I go beyond the wall

When a red and a white horse enter the dragon
I go have a martini