I thank God, for adding you into my Life.
I thank God, for you are truly an Blessings.
Without knowing you, my Life would be sad.
Because each of you have made a difference.
A difference that would had affected me some how.
So I thank my God, for placing each of you.
into my Life, to bless me with your Presence.
For each of you have touch my heart too.
Making me Blessed by you being in my Life.

non essential
sequential repeating
patterns of
non comprehensive
pensive Poe
like pretentious
non sequitur
numb humming
status quo

~~
my world, my womb
unconditioned but air conditioned
too many frequencies make fusions
many more intuitions gathered a lot intentions
grew great confusions

my womb, my world
the ultimate heaven that proven the sense of love
that belongs spring that sprung
my mother's face
that certainly traced a weird tune which grew red rashes,
scratches on my mother lower abdomen  

I'm just eight months old
and my skin getting cold,
Even I could not told to my mother what I gather in the womb  
If I make the images zoom and
if somehow her rose will bloom
which only gain,
a huge pain that could not share or even bare
the world that never care
to my mother

where there is my womb, my world
and I'm only eight months old,
getting cold,
too cold...
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

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Some days behind the veil
Owl calling on the dark vale
waiting in the shack of a dale

Not so easy to fly like a bird
Till I feel the hard
cause the road is not just a yard

Wandering in the moon
dreams should not be doom
off course flowers will bloom

I have to go far,
afar
that I understood so far
~~

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Pictures of the past
Everyone's looking for
himself in
Folds of forehead,
Indeed, the ideas of having
lots of line

Beauty of Creation,
dreams funded
Impeccable sweetness,
Call you
Remaining accrued charcoal
Weight beneath,
Awakening of the Himalayas

It is a rule
Winter, Spring return,
Train routine
The artist has gone to draw
Springtime

Persons who see the future
After math,
Make the nuclear bomb,
O' They **** the child,
peace poem burns

In the destruction
of the desert
All are filled with trash
Hunger,
Cluster bombs
Allocation for children

Mother's womb,
Earth within the Earth,
even not a secure socket
Thoughtless however,
At all a game,
You can not say!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen