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When you are growing as a poet
your pain is pining to born a poetry
where there are too many clouds of emotions gathering,
also a pensive mood longing
then the thunder of thoughts growing,
your paper is awaiting for the first word
as I was waiting for you, my love
when you were coming slowly
then words of rain raining,
automatically,
randomly

When the first raindrop pings on the pond
even you don't know when it will be stopped
how far it will be covered
which path it will be taken
even its density,
dignity,
or the diversity

Your first word inks on the paper
you don’t know when it will be finished
which way the words will be taken
even you don't know
its size or style,
its fashion or the scheme

Either it's a long or a short
or even a sonnet or a verse
even its rhyming
or the rhythm

You should not think about its length
of course words grow as long as
the metaphors can travel
through its thoughts of cohesion
and its feelings moving
naturally,
poetically

You should not count the words
or even you can't stop within a limit
it makes your thoughts imperfect
rather you can tell totally
about the life,
or can tell about
the love easily
or beyond the life spontaneously

The words can grow 3,5,7
lines for a haiku
or even it goes for a mile for an epitaph
or more for an epic  

Poetry executes through words
words come from thoughts
thoughts come from the emotions
and ends with the wisdom
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

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You are wandering in an endless loop
not yet escaped, though there is a centrifugal force
your heart has grown solid and blood crystalline
the known earth is becoming rearrange,
who loved whom and where everybody has gone!

The little gray spot has grown black
devouring the heart and stone!
a foot print exists on a black shale,
what has it meant that you count or not!
the soul is whispering in the life and rock

But the attraction of gravity is growing
and who has made this life and love?
how the river flows toward the sea!
and how your face has grown shrink that I see!
how the days sleep within the nights!

The loop is too tight to break
the season changes over and being
the red roses, the red roses have grown wither
your summer is now my winter,
though both we have seen that the dry leaves have flown away
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

A forgotten idea
Left behind
In the back of a mind

A note resonating throughout the atmosphere
The beginning of a sonata
Eternally remaining midair

A lingering touch
Barely felt
Then gone

I still remember
the way
you made me smile
you brought me up
on my lowest days

I still remember
how our eyes met
from across the room
the laughter in them
your amused face
the twitching of your lips
trying not to release
that crooked smile of yours

I still remember
your striking clear eyes
our silent conversations
conveyed through our eyes

All of them
are nothing more
than memories

You left me all alone
in utter despair
but I won't stop
remembering

She still remembers
his promises
before he left
risking his life
for their country
their family
their future
for her
they were
promises of a lifetime
she kept living
for those promises
she waited
and waited
in the end
he left her
all alone
hurting
mourning
for him
for the death
of her soul mate
the reason she's living
she cried
and cried
until she was empty
she decided to end
her misery
an eternity without him
is like hell on earth
like putting salt in her cuts
because
she can't catch up
with the speed of the world
without him in it

Some nights when I lay alone, awake,
I dream of you,
And my lungs emit an echo,
Like a dog missing his master,
I moan for you,
It’s like crying,
With no sound.
It’s like dying,
With no blood.

I crave the texture of your skin,
The color of your eyes,
    Even if I can't see them at night,
It’s enough to know you’re there.

But I long for you,
And I hear the sound of my blood-
        Beating.
Because the flesh in my chest is dragged in your compass,
And the blood in my body is dragged to your presence,
And the hands at my side are dragged to your essence.

I miss you.

There’s no place for you anymore,
No room to hide,
No remnants or reminders,

The hole you dug through my heart,
Has found something,
Far greater than before,

Catatonic when you left me,
Dead when I saw,
Destroyed for a time uncounted,

White rose of black, red, and blue,
Canvas of colors,
Paint me a new portrait of love.

-June 9th 2013