I packed my past-lovers
into a box and
put it on the
top shelf of
things been and gone,
leaving it to
gather dust
like a heart
gathers apathy.

///
Stars are in the darkness
I never been baffled,
The beauty of darkness
Even as far as she stays

You're in the fog
Mist in the shadows,
Grows very agile into me
Though it could be lost within the darkness

Boat on the river
Wave's chest gravel
No matter how far away it is travelling
That only owned this world

Moon bows to this dim earth
Bees come back to the chest of flower
As you come back to me again,
Surrender to the love-
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
///

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ভালোবাসের কাছে আত্মসমর্পণ
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অন্ধকারের মধ্যে তারারা  
আমাকে হতাস করেনা
আধারের সুন্দর্য,
সে যতই দুরে থাকুক না

কুয়াশার মধ্যে তুমি
ছায়ার মধ্যে কুহেলিকা
আমায় অতি চঞ্চল করে,
যদিও সে মিলিয়ে যাই ওই আধারে

নদীর বুকে নৌকা
ঢেউ এর বুকে নুড়ি
সে যতই দুরে যাকনা কেন,
সেটা এই পৃথিবীর    

ফিকে পৃথিবীর কাছে চাদ নতজানু
ফুলের বুকে ওই মৌমাছি হারমানে
তুমি ফিরে  আসবে বারবার আমার কাছে,
আত্মসমর্পণ করবে এই ভালোবাসের কাছে
///
@মুসফিক উস সালেহীন

///
When the time has returned
Hearts can't go out from you
Lost love seems to be a footprint
Decayed stone is a sign of thy

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet

Spots at matches
Someone calls the untimely
I See
You see
Everything becoming change

Slow
Quick change
You and me
The Trees
The Hills
The River
All

Your restless mind
Grew cold
Even fastest cyclone
Became cool

Leaves fallen
Grew again
Spring came
And moved away

She came
She sang
Again she went away
Never hold back
Just left this footprint

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.