///
I am the foe, too-
a foolish foe of my muscle's friends
they are well known, the difference between friend and foe

They have sent me in the jail
and after then, for me they have granted a bail
now they are trying to grow my flesh and bone  
they'll eat me day after tomorrow

I am the dark in the heaven
talking too much about the right
that test less, too worthless
as the humanity boring to my friend

Last night they ate a fat cat
who turned to make him as a fat less
he has too many friends,
they have grown as like as my foes, too

They have thought me as a broiler chicken
wish to send me at the right time in the kitchen

I am the dark in the hell
yet I  sing a song of humanity
and ready to make myself to move into the fire, too
I, a foolish foe of my friends, too
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

when I think you haven’t recalled me
and you are wondering to flee
I have discovered myself alone

the evening star is moving under the dark
and the road seems like arc
the time goes underneath the memory hark

I move with the wrong
and my guitar is longing too long
the birds are singing so melancholy song

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
feel you very

when I am coming back to home
and you are running to roam
I have discovered myself again alone

my dreams are floating in bubbles
and I feel you are in so many troubles
dry leaves are falling on the floor

I am walking alone on the shore
and hearing your voice into my core
love moves with so many more

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
Feel you very-

///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
one real feel
I want to share with you,my friend
the shells of strata has three layers:

the upper shell of strata,
alluvium-
very polished-
straightforward-
black and white-
seems nothing wrong-
optimistic-

the middle shell,
the secret song-
surface has hidden-
dialectic-
partial red line-
pessimistic-
pressure on both upper and lower,
uncovered ultimate-

the bottom shell,
compact and tiny-
the hidden beauty–
the ultimate love--
after losing time,
spiritual---
///
- @Musfiq us shaleheen

..
~

hundreds of thousands of words,
we told through our whole life

tens of thousands of sentences,
you wrote in your novel

thousands of dreams,
we dreamed through our passing dark nights

millions of images,
we left in our moving past times

but my friend
at the end,
I carry

only a few images of withered petals
except all those nightmares
yet I can feel a few dreams of yours, repeatedly

even I can recall a few words of yours
that grew the motion of life
maybe you can feel a few words of mine

As  the words that can make a wonderful  lyric
"I love you, that holds an eternal truth"
yet that shining as a crystal of diamond
..
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
If you think that it was an error
An only bug that we find
That you made it
Even it was created a long distance between you and me
And yet after realization
If you believe that we loved each other
And even you think
Love is the only power that can easily fixes that problem
Again it makes us together to rebuild our commitment
And even we can separate thee (our enemy)
It makes me to love you again
And if we really stand on the same thoughts of an ideology
That we hold previously
Again we will easily can try to establish our strength of beauty

On the other hand,
If we can’t find our error
And try to establish the way that we never been taken
Even we feel that it is the high time to show our separate believe,
We will be alienated from each other even humanity
The ideology will be sleeping in the old book
It will be created a crisis and off course that will make a space between you and me
No path will be defined for the next generation
Our beliefs will be too weak
And our enemy will try to prove that our moral courage is dead
It will be turned to be an oxidized metal
It will be really broken soon
The red sun, which we would always expect that will be moved to the hell
Our boys, never be moved together towards the bright sun
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
A rough ramp,
too many edged stones on the surface
she is walking on the ramp with booted a high pencil heel
we see her speed, her fashion
we say that it's her smartest move
even her body language shows the beauty
but it's true that one of us sitting there doesn't care her at all

The flowers are on the fire,
blooming throughout the garden
too many colors, coloring the spring
so much aroma appealing around
either the bees are buzzing or not
growing itself through the nature
either we are caring those or not

Birds are flying around the sky
they are highly ambitious
sometimes they fly over the dark clouds
yet they are unclogging their feathers throughout the sky
until the clouds are breaking into the water
showing that they don't care about the height of the heaven
even you see their stunning diving or not

When it's an amazing raining
maybe you are walking toward the horizon
who is shining sharply within the rainbow?
the little boy is enjoying through the window!
its a playful beauty beyond
It doesn't care about thee
either we are looking, caring or not

Boys are barefooted,
walking on the broken glasses,
bleeding blood on the floor
making spot on the spaces
they are running within the daydreams
now they don't care about anything
****! we never wish to care them at all  

///
Musfiq us shaleheen

/
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
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up   
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that everything is not for me at all
but when sometimes Camellia called me
I felt all loves were for me
and I thought
me for love
love for mine
and it grew my dream

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every Autumn will not be
played with my wish
when truly I felt that the Rose never withered
but it grew gray
and my dreams went away

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every hope will not be
staying tuned forever
In my springtime when kite flew in the blue sky
and it felt me as the bird's feather
the sky turned colored
it grew in my dream again

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every love is a real love
and when you told me that
you will be with me forever
the red Roses bloomed everywhere
it grew in my dream again
but when you went away
I felt that I was standing alone on the shore
my dreams flew away

If I may not be wrong
but again, when I felt the mild breeze blowing
two birds were singing together
and loving each other
the Spring sprung,
again I heard your voice on the shore
and you told me,
you would not be alive without leaving mine
and again, love grew in my dream

///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
and usually the opposite is the light

The two ways are very distinct
the light
and the dark
but I am wondering for light
And I see,
any existence of objects that stand on the space,
and even time moving towards the dark

The attraction of dark is too high
its gravity beyond,
attracting the young and the old
it bends all the waves and moving towards the black hole
passing as clouds through the event horizon
where there I have stood
there is a boundary
between the heaven and hell

On the boundary,
the hell I see very near
and the heaven, I saw before
cause still I have some feelings
and all my feelings are accumulating in the bean
but the feelings have a little gravity
either good or evil
neither soft nor compact
all drops from the heaven's wall

It has grown more with time
compact more and more
either in core of heart or in pore of spaces
neither in sticky sand nor in the serene soul
all are moving toward the dark

And finally,
I see a big crunch in the dark
but still some particles of light are floating over the dark
and some are still struggling on the horizon
others are waiting on the event horizon to move toward the dark hell
and I am standing on the wall of the event horizon
neither my mind wants to move in the hell
nor I can moving back to the heaven

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist

You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist

One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you

One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you

One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you

Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope

Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death

It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul

I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death

Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence

It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
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
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

One day these bricks and buildings were meadows
These fields the processions of spring garden

One day on these meadows used to play the cowboy’s melancholy flute  
These fields the playground of the furious grasshoppers

These bricks were rivers
These buildings processions of water

In these rivers the moon's dispersion played on the uprising waves,
How softly the sailor sang his lonely song, disappearing within the shadows!

Travelers,
Have I told you a fairy tale?

///

///

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

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

It has rounded
when you can't see the end of the road
you seem those eyes have a limit
but you see the sky that moves beyond the limit

It has looped
when you loved her first since you have been missing over the life
you are growing older
but you can't see the end that is beyond the death

It has dreamed again
when autumn is glowing with shrubs of white flowers
you have looped within your dreams
dreams are running with drifted white clouds, its gravity beyond the imagination

It grew love
when you told me a simple word, its feeling is more than the love
now the toys of early day's have broken
but still the broken gadgets have glittered beyond the lights of hope

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

the big river has moved toward the sea
and this tiny path has gone to the dark forest
the earth itself a rounded shape
but that spiritual whirls has no dimension

the diamond is a crystal that has too many faces
it shines and attracts all of us
you have also too many faces
but sometimes a few of it seems as the moon or the diamond

the crystal diamond
the moving earth
the dark forest
everything has a dimension
and that everybody has mentioned

but your long road that moves to dark
find a dimension
but you could not mention
always that has grown your tension

the silky moon
the crescent, half or full
has a distinct dimension  
but its dispersion has no dimension
even its beauty,
the spiritual face has no dimension
but it has attracted you and me

the forest that too dark at night
creating sound in your heart
the dark,
the sound
has no dimension at all
but we see the thunder on the sky
that has grown a certain dimension for a few seconds

you see the light in love
that has no dimension
but its gravity beyond
you can feel it into your soul,
when you are alone at a spring dawn,
and you see the god who has been calling you from the end of the path
though god has no dimension at all

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space

How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space

Even between you and me
a little or big space
the shadow,
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me

And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

He was jealous of her love, killed the poet's Juliet
The poet killed him too,
They caught the poet and send him into the Jail,
He didn’t see her Juliet last because someone didn’t take him the bail

Today the poet is free, he has gone to beside her grave
Again he tries to hold his crave,
memorized the glisten days when both they were young,
and those had sprung

Those good things which he was sharing with Juliet,
how the stream of love melted with each other!
and how they felt their little bird’s feather

She has told the poet, don’t wait here
and never weep
rather all those dark to sweep
move forward and take that sun into your grip

Again Juliet told him that she is very well at there
and an Angel hoped her here,
She will stay at haven soon and turned to be the poet's moon
The poet has told her that he will come and see her very soon

///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

You wrote in a book
That I will again stand up
After my death,
Where there will no sigh to fly on the autumn air

And you told me
That she will smile again
Where there will be a captivated full moon that will play with her rectangular eyes

And there will be played a long summer
That should be risen again in a mystical sweeten,
As the kissed when my love was just only sixteen

Again you said to me
After death, her beauty will never die
Where there will be a lovely haven on her lips
And her simple kiss that I will be missed through a thousand of years long

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

When the rose buds have bloomed
vigorous dreams have flooded the heart glee
dumbness has flashed on the pensive mood -
quaking mind has grown
into the nucleus of dragging love
ocean of emotions have catalyzed the ***** close
deep aches have popped at the heart and stone
when render has conceived
the glimmer chords have become splashed
utmost has inflamed and grown to outburst,
bursts into the fire of gaiety -
psyche has poured the fathomless passion till death
###
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
As we see the planet earth is embedded
within the solar system
though the other planets are his brother
moon is his lover
and the sun is his father
but his Atlantic still very thirsty,  
not ever be satisfied
even today he seems insufficient light

Yesterday he wanted some water from Venus
but tonight he wishes to borrow light from moon
yet the sun is still emitting his light for his son,
even though the planet does not know
his bro Venus has not a single drop of water
and his dear moon has no light at all
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

In my springtime,
when moonlit was falling from her(moon) height
mother was lip syncing the lullaby
and I turned to sleep
It grew a sweet dream of summer
that was created too many stir of dreams

Then I can remember,
when every year,
late autumn had come,
I kept my kite on the blue sky
that was floating with drifted clouds
and I was awaking again with a big shout
sometimes I had seen supernatural shadows on the evening sky

If I address my adult young
When the mystic purple camellia were blooming
the grasshoppers were rounding
and the beautiful shrubs of white flowers were dancing
with the gentle breeze,
I was wandering in the ground
then the bees were humming around
when I painted her wild beauty
and it seemed me as a sweetie

I know you say me a dreamer
but you don't know,
my grandfather was a farmer
and my father was a sailor
who was sailing away his life into the blue ocean

After then day by day I grew older
yet I have locked all those lost in a folder
and taken all those responsibility in my shoulder
after then I had fallen in too many doubts
it was again the too dark cloud’s shout
who are those dark clouds?
how did it melt and bring the tears!
how the petals of roses grew wither!

Then I drafted,
crafted
and drifted all of my dreams
then a train had come to my known station
and carried me again from the dark to light

Again I have made a dream
and I sing a song of spring
after then I take a sad song
and try to make it delighted
that certainly it makes me rolling,
and moving towards the sweet summer
but again the monsoon has blown
towards the dry leaves of murmur
and slowly and slowly,
it has swiped me toward the sound of banner
that was passing through my life
///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

*we can’t see that the null has a space
one day we will see it face to face
you are waiting here for that call
now we are trying to cross on that high wall

and who is calling thee?
you will not be right here
when I will be there on the line
spaces will keep us when our body will be fine

they will be checked out our passport,
then i will know,
i have no visa at all
and all my false will curse
so I will not get the pass
there will be only the holy verse

again, I hear who are calling thee?
today, he is standing alone on the no man’s land
i know, I did not make any real fund
and i will be bound to keep my passport on the empty hand

and who is calling thee?
where there is a lock I see
where is the key?
who is moving and where is she?
may be she is paying the fee

again the sound is playing for thee,
the end point null is the ultimate bar
when you will not think that the null point is an err
and you will not find any way to move so far
on the other hand they should be locked you into a Jar

do you know about the null think?
the null has an own existence that it will be shown

you are waiting at hell where I will be gone
when we should be punished
and then the judgment will be finished
where The Space of Null never be vanished

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

If I see it under a lens
It seems ripples,
that might be made with sand and clay
And it grew gray
but it left several footprints

If I see it from a simple distance
It feels like a vigorous stream,
that might be shown a time with full of tide  
and they tell it's a painting  
that can say a fairy tale

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Alone in a blank meadow
even that night hadn't grown any shadow

Certainly I had seen
the mystic moonlight was falling on the purples of the valleys, dancing  with the sweet summer breeze


Certainly I had seen,
Her smile on the dark side of the moon,
how did she unclosed herself in an unclogged sky!
how did her glimmer attract the arbitary!
did you see her streaming  beauty anytime?

I am not a poet at all,
So I could not write an ode about her beauty,
Yeah, finally dreams were coming slowly from the wide open sky_

Slowly and Slowly,
I was mingling with her shimmering
even I could not bear her long
wild and mad looks,
such a heavy unfolded glee,
Oh! very smashing shines spreading beyond  the valley,
That only be vented by the poetess Shelley....


@Musfiq us shaleheen

*I never said to you,
my love
That you are growing
within so hazardous
and
always
It’s expanding within the sky
but
I have
twisted,
roosted,
boosted
and hosted
by
You
As Always -
#
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///

*Before 200 million years ago
there was a single super continent,
named the Pangea,
and you have broken the Pangea
into two parts,
the Laurasia
and the Gondwanaland
by a single water body,
called the Tethys Sea
and we have seen,
the first sign of the life
on the beautiful black shale,
the blue green Algae

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

*Hope is a cotton like substance
It's moving to and fro around us
Hope has grown several of colors,
white, green,yellow and purple

Hope melts with dream,
to bring water on the horizon
It has grown yellow on the barren fields,
rather than a shadow it turns to be a green meadow

Hope has boomed when kite flies on the blue sky
When white moon shimmers,
on her innocent smiles
It has grown purple when dreams mingle

Hope is as like a little boat on the sea,
moves on the waves that you see
as like as a Pendulum,
that dances between life and loss

Hope is like a lead guitar
It’s longing until the song moves to end
It twists with songs of her
And brings melody as the deep purple

Hope holds the rhythm of life
Those demons try to cut with knife
It initiates dreams of thoughts
And it has made us for freedom of fought

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

*Songs tempt me very
Poetry makes me crazy
As if, the drugs I have taken
As if, I have lost and found you again
May be it's an illusion,
And it has grown me as a Rock,
Rocking all those to be rocked
Even my strength has grown as if,
I can make your pain,
That to be torn,
Turn to be a stone
And I can crack your cry
Again those yells have made me
An empty isle -

///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Autumn,
The fairy queen
I catch,
Over the vale
Over the gloomy face of horizon
Over the magical rainy sky
Over the fresh land after rain
Over the faces of the attract birds of autumn,
They have lost and found their hopes of love
Over the mystical changes of nature

Autumn,
Over the dreams those have drifted,
Floating on the white clouds of memory
And gathering again the little dreams of songs
When the mild breezes have blown
Over soft hairs and heart of yours
When the gentle mind has followed,
Over thousands flying feathers of birds
Over the grey blurring blue sky
Over the barren fields of yellow hopes
Over the white flowers on the hands of my fairy queen
When the thousand stir of dreams have blown
Over your mind and soul -  

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Now I think
I have no friends at all
When I have seen them with their wives
Then I feel they are at least a good husband -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen