Everything
Is
Alive


Words Of Harfouchism

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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

A WORD MOTHER MEANS A LOT
WITH IN THIS WORD LIE ALOT OF THINGS WE NEVER GET TO SAY,
IT MEANS I LOVE U FIRST OF ALL, THAN THANKS FOR ALL U DO FOR ME AND THAT I HONOUR YOU ,
BUT MOST OF ALL I GUESS IT MEANS THAT YOUR PLEASURE,YOUR LOVE AND YOUR HAPPINESS
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*MOTHERS LOVES IS THE FUEL THAT ENABLES THE NORMAL HUMAN BEING TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE

why not just be for each other

am I good enough?
the answer is not
'I must work until I am'
or 'who am I to tell'
or 'but everyone else is better'
the answer is just 'yes'.

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Everything is separated from each other
But when you see silently
It seems all together
The day sleeps in the night as I exist in you

The born,
The death all for thee
Black or white
True or false all for thee

The continents are separated, isolated
As we are alienated from each other
But on the other hand we are all together
Apparently we are  moving toward the different direction

The dark,
The light all for thee
Silence or thunder
Melody or chaos all for thee

Either it’s a stone or an emotion
Even either love or hate,
Neither war nor peace
Neither dialectics nor mystic
All  have bent you and me

There are too many invisible divine strings
On every matter or even every non matter
yet bonded with the heaven and the hell
So, all we move toward the same destination

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I may not have been your grand daughter,
but I loved and respected you like a grand mother.

Every time I visited,
you would rest your hand in mine and say,
When nothing goes right just take a moment and pray,
remember Lord Buddha,
and what his preachings say.

I had just finished one of my exams
and i hear you're gone
i knew everyone wept, wept - a lot.
but I didn't.

as I know,
that you'll be in a better place,
and
that life does not always end at death.
that's what one of Lord Buddha's teachings said.

I dreamt of you last night
And thought of you this morning
It's true I like you so
But I'm not ready
I'm afraid I'll never be ready
Maybe one day
My mind will be at ease
And my heart will unlock its doors