~
Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love
That submerging under a poetic passion
A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance
Stressing on mind that makes
Bubbles of emotions simultaneously,
Touching and filling the empty dreams
That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music
Passing through the poet's nose and nails
Deep ache  popping at the heart and stone
There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven
A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion
The glimmer chords becoming to splash
The utmost inflames growing to outburst,
Bursts into the fire of gaiety--
Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight
Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow,
Ah! my Love--
Oh! my Love ----
What a Crushing Moonlit!!  
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I whisper I do
I am screaming
in lowest tones
i see you
as my ode
my greatest poem
written.

I and you
We are
in earthly orbits
seeing the atmosphere
revolving
together.

There, up to where
we belong, we soar.
No justice yet have I
been. No Knight, no moon.

No day nor night have I
Yet lived up to what
my debt is.
I am forever
grateful.

I will be yours forever.

Darkened cryptic waltz through the trees
vertical limbs in liquid motion
claiming ground for themselves as they please
dedicated to the cause, with deadly devotion
Hair dancing with a sympathetic feel
side to side, back and forth, left to right
Grey like flannel, black like steel
Out of the day, and into night
The bright tapestry of darting eyes
concealing the patience of a saint
The death of leporidae, a brutal demise
deceptive, lying,  misleading restraint
A smile reveals 42 machines for killing
for stabbing and shearing, for crunching
born deaf and blind, they are deaf and blind no more

From the man on your heels
From the cold
From your demons
Run wolf run
Run until the fog has cleared
Until your chest has warmed
Until your ache is fed
Your hunger satisfied
Your past is gone
Run past those of no importance
Leave them in their place
Stay with your own kind
Embrace your hot copper tinged diet
Warm salt
Raw meat
You're all sharp claws and memory
Deep instinct
An ever rolling hunger in your belly
Programmed to survive, love, feed, make
Run