~~
For anyone
On any given day
Maybe comes back
if the familiar
Tune comes back
Of Spring in the air
In the Last
Stanza
Of Losing Lyrics

Then Maybe
Wrinkle log
In the forehead
Still old wall standing with
Hundreds of Signs
Even assuming that the mind
Speaks the poem in the
Moonlight

Maybe
If again any
Dream Embraces
Floats on the
Rafts of
Autumn Cloud
Towards the Endless

Maybe
On going
Raining of poems
Maybe discovered antiquity of
Any Romantic Creation

Maybe Finds
The Left yellow days
Lying in the mother's lap
Heard the first poem
Saw the Earth within
A new dream

In the compulsive tune
Moves to Far away
Maybe comes back
April, Springtime, Storm
Gets back the Fragrances
Of Mother's body

Maybe
Origin of Eternal Love
Causes of the
Creation of a mystery
~~

~~
A task is moving within
Come and go
But mind is running with exception
Away grew anguish  
The departure turns to a Stone
The likeness of flowers
The sweet love
Moonlit wet night
Beyond everything
Brings a dark of departure

You and me, Our children
Harvest of happiness  
Going days move into the devour
Even that does not agree to
Abide by the truth
Beckoning of an old friend
His departure marks the memory
As if a few black hair within the gray hair

Promiscuous Evenings
Lonely, without any bore
when the certain wave touches
The sea shore
You must try to know
Perhaps subconsciously
What you had left behind
Maybe the losing days of
An unwanted dream
Maybe your first love
Losing a lifelong real friend
As if whose pains exist within
Your long sigh
Lost as the roaming smokes
Of Cigarettes
The rest is a deep wound in the lungs
As the Eclipse builds Cancer
~~

~~
Blue white pink babies
Moving lively green leaves
The pride of time comes
As the April's cyclone form

As the needs of life
Having found the sought
Absorb the juice of soil
For the flowers and fruits

Born for gain
Death for loss
Generation to Generation
For the new horizon

The time has gone
Within thousands folds of Stone
The old signs
Repeatedly demonstrates

In front of the standing existence
Calculate the balance of life
Back to the other side
As if all are strangers

Then yellow turns to gray
whispering of dry fallen leaves
In the light of late afternoon
In the music shadows of end life

With the evening
Roots come out slowly
From the ground
Just left the wood without bark
~~

~~
A wreath was
made in this garden
which I was left
on your feet
I tuned up all
in the world of music
will this burn clear
after the death
  
when you went through
I wrote a song
in the dark
Though as much as
I drink nectar
will ever this insatiable thirst
be satisfied without you

You kept best in tune
Ah! Ever it honey
Today the pain is lorn
If any foreseeable Regret
Even the river,
Flowing beyond

I know, you do not turn
do not play that song again
But the heart
wants a little bliss
I'm wandering lonely
In the obsessed of
known tunes
Stand at the gloom night's
On the shore of the past

~~  
~মুশফিক উস সালেহীন

~~
Sometimes I try to remember
those things I have forgotten
moving as the ember
suffering seasons as a rotten

when we were wandering
on the known river of a little boat
even more than trending
while passed beside the distant road

what I left!

Find the broken bridge
between me and my brotherhood
still I'm searching,
my first overcoat of the childhood

I find the images of my father,
brother with my mother
and among them I,
a lovely guy,
see the stars together

I scatter,
when see the clouds gather
and which has broken my shelter
as like as a strong hood

Again I find my first overcoat
of the childhood
maybe I left in the lost boat
which still sailing me away
in the dreams..

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
The period that peaked
The blanket has become cold
Night has grown bigger,
Eclipsed the Sun,
Elusive moon
In the fog
Obsessed near by men
Dew drops,
As the deep feelings
On the roof
Of the Tin

Imagination draws
The images of Springtime
As if as a smile of mother's
As the bright day,
Peacock unrolls feather
Rain dancing on the horizon
Desire words of
The poetry
Drops as the raindrops
Sound of anklet breaks
The Silence
On the outskirts of the
Bird's chirp
The swing rhythm
In the first song of the morning
Poet arouses
In search of the New Poetry
~~

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~~
Love is beyond the logic
And all we say love is a magic
Though sometimes it may be so tragic
~~
.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Nothing is Silent!
Even if there is a Silence
at least saying, I'm alone
Or exposing the beauty,
as you say in a romantic poem
~~

~~
Then it became a blue afternoon
while came to evening
They were the realities of her farewell
Glowed in the dark blue,
what an abstract shadow cast!
Floating Autumn Clouds,
away the red hibiscus grew gray
heard a vague weird tune

Then one morning
Along with a purple flower
red hibiscus saw inset
and the dark chorus of a clay oven
covered her face
away in the loft several gourd hanging
walking,
walking down the way
at the end,
stood beneath a banyan tree

Doors opened in the silence
southern wind followed
to move in the room
randomized the bed cover,
poetry books,
morning news paper
while closed the door
opened the northern windows

The tireless long night
while I left the room,
wandering as the lonely clouds
went through the garden
where the sky came down
wanted to say life
walked on foot
A long sleepless night
saw the stars fairs
heard a vague weird tune

At that April's night,
Caught the sight of
dry dropping leaves
The smell of gardenia
to bring me the new ideas
of poetry
touched the sky
wandering on a raft of clouds
filled with
see you decided to

Then it all went down together
in the dark with blue
anyhow a golden sun bought
a yellow day
and all the red flamboyant trees
singing
while standing beside
the two sides of the road
with the wind in breath,
my dying

And instead of go with them
mingled the ways of life is changed
when the ways rolled along a curve
One January morning's mist
coming off the sun on the dew
I liked to walk barefoot
in the soft sun
with a woolen blanket covering

At noon,
the river flowing
with streaming sound
took flock a small Sampan
toward upstream
uprising mind grew cool
with stream
Today is just going to get lost
beyond the horizon
Feel to see back,
Slowly known nature
grew small with time,
after some times
shadows mingled
with a dark space

While came the night
Footprints remain in the dust
of shadows
after millions of years
to become fossils
In the mind and
In the deep heart of
the Milky Way

Her fade face is still
to come and go
Over time,
in terms of conservation
of energy
Again when I opened the window
At a long sleepless night
Saw the stars fairs
Heard a vague weird tune
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
This afternoon wears the dark Shirt
After demonstration of the moon,
End of the waiting of pied crested cuckoo,
I did not end

A little bits of interval,
Blinking the distant Stars
My friend could count,
very romantic,
In me cast the shadow

Her beloved lives outdoors,
All the apartments of the mind has rented
Taken from the first floor up to twelve
I did not

I saw the race of cars on the street,
Standing at corner of the roof
When hunger the fingernails,
Subconsciously
Playing an illusion of gravity

This time the drone of insects,
Occasionally shout of bull frog
In fresh water of the rainy season,
Breeding multiply
Nature of the Nature

Cut off the yarn, the kite ran out of the sky
In the Kans forest,
The shadows of white clouds,
very Absurdly,
I could not even catch you  

In the body of mind,
Emptiness came home
Lost days song come up from the deep sea
In the silence the sound of sighs

Sleepless night as the rhythm of the strange poem
While the star drops in front of a traveler
Even though when my time has gone
Still could not understand the unknown poetry
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
This is called a bed, a bier
All the faces who have
gathered in the windows have blurred
The lens is worn around
Still, I am going away from
the bottomless star

They have moved away from road
Sounds become smaller sighs
Anymore I do not see,
The yesterday's busiest bird
Alone in the silence,
The haze pine forest standing  

It is a pleasure to wait for the bird
while close the eyes,
Springtime in the gray forest
My hand in her hand,
In the late afternoon's soft light
Strong wet black hair smell

All that is going
To move away from my sight
Pull together in the dark
The childhood, her hand, the drunk smell
Covered with a black screen

I'm going up from the CoT
Are mixed in the air,
moving clouds, rafting
unfamiliar tunes of fair, anywhere
At Times, Unseasoned, without any reason!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
all those fictions
make each contradiction
though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks

while you and me
under the same tree
not like a friend we see
as like a foe to be

this distance
that expanding constant
making a dark wall
which is as the sky tall  

while you or me
from the opposite we see
the truth or lie
as we feel that never die

all those fictions
make each contradiction

when every morning bell
we feel either heaven or hell
but at the end of the day
when everything grew gray

both we seek peace
that is our teach
as the spiritual kiss
finally we miss

though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
behind the shadow a distinct lost dream  
standing opposite of a long bridge
crossing through the middle cutoff
see the river flowing beneath

illusive calling but can't go
on the edge a dark sharp sign  
known voices floating over
echoing an ego which cover the shadow

how many days offset!
and try to touch the last sunset
still silhouette stands on the shore
what is mystic that always opens the door

the river bumping with waves
between the broken parts of the bridge
passing a phase of life on the ridge
yet subconscious grew a cohesion of dream
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
The soft chill winds
a cloudy day
ah! what a feeling!
drifting with the streams
how the life instills!

Waves of song coming from the distant
white Storks flying as the fall guy  
how the dreams come and go
between you and me
between the land and sea

In the sky rafts of white clouds
crafts the arrival of autumn
assuming the flame of Love
what a beautiful play!
what a fairs of tune!
~~

...
I love you
yet this is a true view
but it only realizes a few
cause sometimes love is as morning dew
...

@Musfiq us shaleheen

..
never say that
you love them or
not
because they will realize through
heart
..

@Musfiq us shaleheen

..
I love thee
because they love me
but without she
there is nothing to be
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Until the end of the night
you will wait,
don't go away because,
because if you go
my earth seems to be small

Poor flows of air
even intensely can't bear
a little bit of oxygen
breath becomes low
seems a boat of hope
slowly drowning below

If you're in the next room
never close the window,
If I move eyes
so I can see you
you do not sleep
until I sleep

If you stay
very near my head
beside the bed
I can sleep soundly
float in the dreams smoothly

If somehow
I go out of the home
you will not close the door
stand on the doorway

If I feel
you are waiting in the shore
and for me
you never close the door
certainly I feel
you love me!
the world is suppose
to be mine

Even If I ever late
you are waiting for mate
even the darkness
comes down on the horizon
I will notice with twinkling of stars
O' darling, you wait
even though you pass
a long sleepless night
without light

So don't go away
As long as I can't come back
As long as I love you
until my last breath
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen