~
The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
~
@ 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

///

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

~~
Catch you in the dreams
an unconscious thought
conscious gives up
all the desires go in vain
just only come and go

what will be your noun
what's the adjective
even where your existence
either in the unknown space
or disappeared

In front of the empty
but images in the bean
revolving wheel of time
between the light and shadows
have seen the dream

As if I found you
known in the mystic land
pushes the conscious passions
even in the subconscious illusion
Comes an unconscious thought
~~
@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

.
*your words formed in heaven
and then to leave
pained in hell
then to resist

on going, the way turned to bend
in the end, the end couldn't be seen
then continued to move,
that is to say celestial

words within too many words, make a wreath of the words,
maybe tell a fairytale,
simple words have lost in melody, tune
steadfast sight of the beautiful seen, mystic in the midst of the road

alone, then after alone, painted the portrait of thy
joy of life music,
weaving the words, craving a poetry
comes at a time, loss at untimely

maybe born in dreams
within too many words, a few perches into soul
to create forms, what an amazing ties!
ah, this poetry book has lost in poetry!
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Suddenly I felt!
Known voices passage near by
My friend, this touched me a long before
Maybe time slowly comes here

In the impulsive air the images grew
Snaps of springtime those claps of matches
Long, long ago the tune I had heard
Moving slowly as the wraps of the ripples

I see the life that I cut with a knife
Feel the earth that made my heart
Long, long ago the feelings had fallen
Again chocking which is knocking to my lost heart

Long long ago but yet not to far to go
A lonely shadow that ever been sat
On the cliff of the shore coming into a soft pore
As the little drops of anguishes
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
Thou Create Spaces
Within Thou
Barren Fields
Garden
It is born
Many trees
Flowers
Fruits
And do Thou
A mistake,
When thou plucks
The Flower
From the tree

The lesson of
Nature
Moves you to
Open Sky
Into the waves
Of Sea
Into the Black Shale
Of Paleozoic
Ripples
And reach the
Thoughts
In the home
Of Star

Now thou have
Learned
To count Stars
Move to
Get beyond,
Of which
May be found
The Edge
Of the Spaces
One Day
/*
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Table clock has rang
Boy has supposed to hang
He should be can
One day he will be a man
I think it is a big fun
Bag has on his shoulder
Books like some big boulder!
And he runs like a smart soldier

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
You have made my moments long
I hunched
And it has turned as the round
Though yet no end but there was a start bound

Clouds pouring rain
Continue moving in vain
Waves of the moment dropping
Away, thousand miles away the wind blowing

These words are echoed a long
Sometimes the scene looks like a sad song
Say insane, thee mind that
Throwing words to another like a tat

Colliding, thunder sparking too many
See you in a Second as the Sunny
Again in a moment disappear, alone
Spend time in the light and dark tone

And then words do not burst
Too much hunger, ******
Not even raining no more
Poetry does not come anymore

Far away,
at an unknown lazy noon
Can recognize a broken part
of crystal moon
~~

~~
Cloud seems sky height tall
Still limitless,
To remove from the bean
Need to stand up once again
Sometimes might be disfavor
A little away, a purple garden
Rather you hold a dream poem
For the New Sunshine
Somewhere Someone preparing
your birthday cake in the oven
Off course to bring a new day
yet there, a night of moonless May
~~

~~
Away A Spring comes
Through the windows of the old
Where yet I see the past times of gold
Though I could mention
Still takes some times to
Get out of detention
Of all those values of drowning dreams
Though everything passing with trims

Either Come back again
As any other forms
In the horizon of the Wren Drongo, Myna
In the Sparkling bright days
As if red flamboyant of lost Spring
That only Says a beautiful String

But yet the dried leaves are floating
In the water of Calm Lake
Where yet I'm passing a fake
Within the game of light and shadow
While Love wearing a mystic mask
That confesses me too many tasks
Bright and dark moving with cradle

Forbidden to go near
That I Couldn't bear
Flood tide in the river
Full moon broken with eight pieces
In the silver light her silhouette stands on the shore
Behind I see the closed door
In the known Seasons of moon
Century's sigh as if an elusive tune

If slowly lost all
Put those dreams here again
Even I couldn't leave any pain
But the rainy season can be washed
Saltwater of eyes
I try to feel the bliss
Away, will return the golden
Days of Summer  
Off course there will be
Something on the bottom
Love will come on the
Cloud's raft of Autumn
Away, A Spring being a call of beckoning
~~

Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ 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

I have been walking
in a fairyland since my born
feeling high as always
wandering in a haven's garden
say you the fairy tale -
say you the way, you seeking peace
the pigeon flies on your sky
feel and touch its feather
the morning sun will be appear very soon
the red roses bloom in your garden
walking on soft dews,
feels you the haven
mild breeze twist with jasmine aroma
cool you and to be cooled your soul
and the last you see the truth
the starry sky,
again you will be fairy at night
where your highborn kinsman will be come
with him you will be danced within moonlit
in a fairyland -

@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

That frolic pronunciation of words
Moving the Tongue in Motion
The Palate has become Smooth
Excess Saliva in the mouth doesn't come
And the melody is made
Without the knowledge of the mind
That is Called the Songs of Heart,
Songs of Freedom
Outburst the Words
Of Love

Find Fascination
Grown the rhythm of life
Where Peacocks unclogging their feathers
The rain drops on the desert
Flowers bloom in hope
Dreams to fly on wings
Seeking Love
There Peacock has found his Peahen

Flowers Spread Fragrances
Music melts into melody,
In words
In Souls
Moving the River into the Sea
And where there is floated
A Fearless
Love Boat
From one end
To the another Horizon
And where we found our lost existence

@Musfiq us shaleheen

Little by little,
The colors of the fair are going to finish
One day,
It will be the end
  Of all the vagary

Slow decay of the days
This known Spring afternoon
  Turn to be fading
  Tired
Going to be end

Who has left thy love
Thy hide all secrets in the heart
Days have lost within the days
Getting the path between the path

On what hope,
Loved to Back
And what means
   The life
   Family
Two days of this world
  One day you come
  One day you go
Know the hearts who are loving
   Singing
   Going

On what for her mind cry
She who left her mind
In half of the way
How She grabs all the demands!
Whatever words She departed
In the Songs of despair

So Mind Say
Who is where
Who is for whom
Thy know
Not Anybody else
Passing the every moment
   Alienating  
   Loveless
   Mysterious

Such a colorful world
   Growing
   Glittering  
But this known Spring afternoon
  Turn to be fading
  Tired
Slow decay of the days
Growing to fade your face
Going to be End

@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
What's coming out from inside
At first I could not understand
Sometimes some words make a pain
Even can make a lot of meaning
Sometimes in vain,
To say that, alone, alone

Then if I aligns those random words
On a white paper
As the Jigsaw,
And if I try to rearrange
It makes a little senses

Sometimes life is like a river flowing to the,
Sings the music of nature
Where Sparrow and Starlings play day and night,
Build their home
Make their family

They feel romance,
Inspired everybody to be romantic
Or Maybe say about the lost Spring
Even can say about the mystic origin of creation

Not just happen
Of Course  there any link between
Gravity of time, its responsibility
Not someone anyone to take

Any love,
Distinct memory,
A few questions
Sometimes those answers matching
Or Sometimes do not match

When the time comes to go back
To its own courtyard
Mystic mesh masks
The seasonal variations

You and me
Our Childhood
Nexus
Love
Everything is slowly faded from
The memory pages
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

rain drops on the tree
drops on the field of free -
drops on my face
feel me the god's grace

rain drops on the pond
i see your furry fond
rain drops on the fairyland
rose lost from my loosing hand

rain drops on the air
dreams fall in from here
rain drops on the grass
i am going to be crush

rain drops on my tears
the baby never be cared
rain drops on the sea
i feel her again to see

summer has become old
rain has seemed cold
i am walking in the rain
feelings are flowing in vain -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
Look! My friend
It is true that
my existence will be graved after death-
you forget me,
as speed squander particle existence--
earth could not remember--
either it will be deformed
or dissolved---

Memory decays as rolling stone-
forget and fade
twinkle childhood,
as daffodils wither at evening---

Today's child
the father of tomorrow
Aye reminisces the past and decide the future,
today's peppy stream with its chime,
tomorrow's buried river-
only articulate history

Civilization, culture and fashion,
those are transfigured by time-
I see, truth has grown as a lie
as the sun rises in the west,
men have made the conversion to lie-
as politics become poly tricks-

Igneous to metamorphic rock,
by the process of nature with time-
the ultimate truth

From summer to winter,
winter to spring -
pouring--
Sweet sweat-
snowflakes-
cuckoo sings
season changeover and being--

But aftermath
my friend,
two things are still ******,
untouched,
my love--
my soul--
the power of God----
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
I'm going but coming to you again
when the train of love begins to start
then I found myself in love and live
such a bond that bound you to stand beneath the tree

I'm coming but going to you again
when my soul never found any goal
looking for a heart that flies like a bird
as a little bit of anguish which distinguished me without you

If I had not taken birth in this earth, I could not love
as long as I expect you that grew in me
an old empty silent tree even that never been free
from hot dust that always made a long thirst
even alone but still belongs
in the heart of mine

my darling! you know this is nostril
where I'm drilling,  
going but coming back to home again
to tell unspoken words which above all the intolerance of
in the desert burning grains

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Lo! Large Small Stairway of Dreams
Covered with Slithery algae wearing a blue green rug
Suddenly Stood lopsided
But there is Still Speed
Wants to adopt another Shelters

Desert mirage far and near
Looking for an Oasis
Thirsty Heart wants water
Though the Scorpions wandering
In the Hot dry Sand
Of life keeps evidence

Dreams and Entity
As the Fantasy of the Cloud and Rain
However, the Truth may be Solid black
After Cleaning with Rain,
The Heart of my beloved
As the Bright Raft of Autumn Sky

Swept under the Shadows of the Evening Sun
In The Dull moon of Dream's Land
Love and Dreams mingled within a Solitary Dream
While the Fog lights lining
Elusive Emissions Of The Exhausted Heart!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
....

I see the flowers are blooming again
Bees are humming around
Beauty is now no more hidden
Nature plays its role silently

I touch, touch and feel again
I touch, touch the time
That fills my heart again

Butterflies are rounding me
Grasshoppers are playing through the garden
As if my memories play with my springtime

I touch, touch and feel again
I touch, touch the time
That fills my heart again

There is no pain no sorrow
As if I am playing with my pal
When I was a boy and mother
Waiting for me at the end of the tract

I touch, touch and feel again
I touch, touch the time
That fills my heart again

///
Knowledge has grown with time
from our origin
and through evolution of nature
we have taken this information
and carry on
by generation to generation
with our gene
feelings are pinning you,
every second
every minute and every day,
gathered like clouds,
that has grown as rain in the horizon

Your brain has taken
millions of feelings,
making your mind,
taken those feelings,
bound all together magnetically

We discovered love, hate
pain, tears, laugh
even our words
all have made with emotion
accumulate of emotions are feelings
and millions of feelings make a mind
where there we make our love
where there we make our song
and there we make our life

But not all the seasons are same
the spring, rain and the winter
change over and being--
as we see through our life
neither always so rhythmic
nor always so romantic
neither too harmonic
nor too motioning
but all the time we carry emotions
that hurts our growing mind
changes its physical structure
and makes a new shape
as the ocean moves through the continents
and change its structure continuously--

We see tears flowing from her eyes,
you say pain,
that can also moves through vein
as the river runs through the vale
as like as water coming from a waterfall
moving like a stream
it has tasted salty,
those tears are to be torn
and turned to be stone
that has to be made the crystals,
crystalline through land and sea--

If those tears move too long and mad
it has formed layer
and has settled layer by layer
over an ocean bed
as the ripple marked,
silted and compact through time
grown as a dark shale,
black and compact
finally,we see our feelings has turned to the matter
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

........
With shutting eyes
Sparkling light became dissolve
Unspoken anger of uneven time
Floating clouds grew
Locked  into the dry Sky
Colliding with the Coast
Nightmare broke certainly
Eyes felt heavy
Lying alone in an open boat
Rain came out
Flooded the very familiar faces
..........

/
I'm not  pied crested Cuckoo of alienation
Who is no more say" I love you"
The Season has not Struck me
You Say it is Spring
That not anymore troubled me

I'm to be indifferent, aloof
Drunk with your prayer
I'm the instrument of pain
Who don't have any principle of mounting

I go, but don't go
I Come, Comeback
Even don't comeback again
Like a Child who always straight
But Sometimes bend as like a bow

I want you
In Existence,
In Bone marrow,
In the Red blood cells of blood

I am defeated
Want you after defeat
/
@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

Anything doesn't Come
Today all known roads are blank
All have gone away
Have devoured into
An expanding vast spaces

Beside the Southern window
Sun doesn't laugh anymore
Even you haven't sung no more
As the lonely pied crested Cuckoo

Yet, what makes hope of the birds
When they flying away in the sky,
What prompts this metaphor
Don't understand the pen
Don't know the mind
Not hear the time

When getting out of the lost in the dark
As if there is no space
Between known and unknown
Coal is the same as diamonds
But how beautiful thee songs are!
Spreading light in the darkness

Fascinating with its Form
Wondering to touch
To Catch in the dark
Unclogging the thousands wings of imagination
Bringing a bed of roses
Have laid on the grass
Passing the time to gossip
With the hidden Stars
Under the open Sky

At the end of a thousand
Miles away
Whose face popped
Don't Speak
Don't Laugh
How pensive the faded Classic face!

@Musfiq us shaleheen

........
Darkness comes down on the bucolic path
Draw what on the canvas!
Who will be your partner
When the craft will be departed from the dock

Lost the way in the midst of the way
In the flow of wandering of tune
Flying the handkerchief of memory
In the sky of the distinct shadow

'--' who roost into your Soul
Plowing the barren field of heart
Even Is '--' going afar today
Feeling the stars dropping on the desert

In what, what you find!
In the streams of lost tunes
'--' who stay there
Maybe '--' is a mount of distant

Why are you looking behind
At the time of departure
As the Sun of late afternoon
Only saying goodbye!!
..........
@Musfiq us shaleheen

In my sense able window,
a fairy autumn is playing
gentle breeze is flowing on the baby coconut leafs
who is thundering me from a distant sky?
my heart is vibrating alone,
the unknown misty again
I am seeking a way to move away,
none can't hold me in their hand
and I hare the angles are calling me
and playing their divine song -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
when I write poetry
the season falls down
and there is a distinct dark in the town
but yet you
as like the pearl
of a winter morning dew
though you're on the other side
of a shadow wall
which is sky height tall
that I have seen
but you do not come to that reach
never been
~~

...
.
this heart is restless-
made with a stone
this soul is an empty space-
where the stone is preserved
memories are burning ashes-
flying around a circle
wind blows beyond the limit-
but the stone is silent-
even after the random million echoes
..
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
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

~~
In the thick wet darkness
Purple flowers are unknown
Last songs of yellow days
As if the anger of Lost spring,
Standing at the end of the afternoon
Embraces the eclipse

Pale gray grass
Dust dough days left alone
Anguish drops around in the silence,
As deep black clouds,
That covers the sky
With the blemish

Drifted clouds drifting more
Builds water flows
Washes away
A white rose
And with the tears
My white love

Intact, Aloof
But the lusterless time
Moving with known unknown cradle
Kapok, Flame-of-the-forest,
Red Flamboyant
Everything Stuck between
Even my Eternal World

Yet who calls from another way
Not at the end of the bend,
At the end of the way
Even Earth Sun Moon,
Where's all the ways mingle
With so many different minds
For another mystic reason
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
I have left my known path
that is only for mine
where there is my love
there are too many dreams
but I have to go
and I am going,
going towards the new destiny

I am handed over
all my dreams to you,
my love
my undone jobs to you
cause you have dreamed me again
when I have almost forgotten my dreams

Even when I am going,
where there I am bound to go,
going to far away from my dreams
far away from you,
my love

I know it will not create a wall
between my will and my dreams
between you and me
I am tired too tired to think
about those dialectics thoughts

I know you love me more
than as much as I love you
I have left my love for you
and I think you will keep it
as it's yours only for yours

I am going,
where there I am bound to go
going to far away from my dreams
far away from you,
my love

But one day I will return
return as air and will be blown
through your long hair
blown as the murmur of wind
through the fairy Autumn

I will return as the morning robin
and will be playing with you,
beside your window
you will be awaken
with my song of spring
and I will see your eyes,
your lips, your smiles
those will be remain same
as I ever wish to claim
and I will wish to return
my love again from you,
my love--

~
Sounds are making an impact on metaphors
dropping slight rain on the flowing river,
very winds are playing with water,
Sometimes reminiscent echoes

Lost days
Restless Night's Story
Mystic Songs,
Again returning the portrait of thy face

Hear the echoes of the enigma
melodies of anklet
The sounds of the doors of an old house,
The glory stormy night, surrounded by mystery

Alone
repeatedly thundering
Follow thy footprints,
Searching silently
between the times colliding
pushed each other,  
Tunes
Shakes
bit to bit dilation

whispering the words within the flows
wind of banner murmuring
through the memories
dark playing with light

Continuous the wind blowing
Clouds moving
You have hidden in the shadows
Black and white mingling,
In the changing light
Colors tinting

Your forms amazing
Clouds rafting
See with steadfast gaze
Have grown tired in the dreams
But can't catch up thy
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
How all those stand!
Two windows  face to face
In front of an abstract day
How the waves come back!

Unspoken words come out
Err of Season flooding flowers
Spreading Smell
Spring of vain dreams

In the wet air
Mews in the distant horizon
Aloof mind spins in the compulsive time
Wants to buy what pays for

A Springtime
Restless dreams of bubbles
In a very blue sky
Playing within an unknown day

Moving with the mystic cradle
Imaginable house of cards
Keep covered with feathers
Playing within the Light and Shadow
~

Friendship is not like only a hi or bye!
even not like a song of despair
but it is a song of joy,
until we never make it a coy
which is a priceless power that,
unifies emotions that flies together as ashes
It never wants any return but
sometimes it demands more than it deserves,
the moments of the past that filled our memory
with a soft touch of a solace soul,
A song of hope which makes us
desperate to subconscious commit,
though there is no commitment earlier
when you were fully conscious.

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
I wanted you to know,
how much you love me
you told me that
division by zero,
and that I have never done
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
With the addition of diverse actions
They have gone away
When on the roof,
See them as distant Stars

Many of them are unknown,
Bear the sign of my ancestor
The most brilliant Star
To play with my Sigh

That is my love
Perches hope into the Soul
Willingly took as a prisoner
With her soul lifelong

But that night alone lost elsewhere
Get away from the sound of the familiar tunes
The roar of the waves of sea
Fall on my weak chest  

As if  I'm stuck in a handful of an octopus
Comes suffocated
Tight around

Try to take breath
Underneath the open sky
Then known Star to Sigh
That falls on my long neck again
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Hidden truths proof the match
When the forms of moon seduced
Beautiful takes further inside
Catch the charms of the earth

Transforming the forms
Cracking in to another
Growing in to others
A form of meditation to move
The Sage to God,
Will be the poet of eternal span

Poems would be the forms of pictures
Be moved to the rhythm of
The waterfalls, rivers, seas-
Would be made of a ****** horizon
Thinking of man's divine desert

Where exists a timeless love,
An infinite light,
As if a celestial tension of stellar
Can take them away from
The center to endless

The known world,
The days whole games of yours and mine
Would be over
Could be broken down all days and nights
Off course be moved from the enchanted earth
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

.....
The Evening Came with the Clouds
On the New Trot leaves,
Monsoon’s traditional tune
Bats come and gather on the branches
Very young  Night,
On the other side of the  window
Fluttering of wings, brawl
In the dark,
On the wet ground,
Continuous dropout of Trot Flowers,
Rain mingled with bathed in
Opened the window at dawn
The air smelled of Wet Tanned Trots
....
@Musfiq us shaleheen