..
silence lives in a lonely island
fills with what you feel
streams of timeless heal
store within the souls of chill
though the May moving still
tells more that you can't say
you are just broken or lost
find peace while exhaust
.
@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

Who said you will be died at Israel?
The Holly land,
you made a frictional movie of Hollywood

You are a fake to your children
Cut off pen of peace,
Your homemade cluster bombs,
Killed humanity

The children of Gaza, Innocent pale petals
Euphoric face of prophet
And they only depends on the Allah -

And after Jesus
WE said
to the Children of Israel,
Dwell Ye in the Promised Land; and
when the time of the promise
of the Latter Days come,
WE shall bring you together
out of various people

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Then I have grown tired
Moved to fast
Could not catch you up
Moved with time

Sometimes too faster
Even faster than the time
Tired to do more
Couldn't Catch you up

Have known the try
Have understood the time
But yet haven't recognized you
Sang your Song
Realized
Got Robots
Even Got nuclear bombs
But couldn't understand you

Already Seek
Invented too many fundamental
Theories
Wondered
Wrote thousands of poems
Philosophies

Even moved through
Space to Space
Restless
Light to Dark
As the Bohemian

Couldn't  touch your heart
Couldn't reach at your home
Even try to move beyond
Still you have remained elusive

*Vitreous shinning of moon,
as springtime mothers pique
A train carried me from dark to light,
a rose bud bloomed -

I grasp roses and devotion songs together,
hands with my dreamed darling boon,
A dream decided real, never forgotten,
meaning of love as moonlit, learned from thy

Now onward -
Narrow uneven path,
Aye passionate pain stressed,
Thee roses faded and wither,
As a missing melancholy song -

On a full moon I bide on a boat for thy
Until ache twilight horizon -
Behind apart from time -
A mature pensive ripened,
An abstract passion craved for romance

Oh! It's beyond the wording,
Oh! My darling-
Oh! I forever behold thy
Oh! **! ! An untold love I feel!!

##
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Every dot takes a space
millions of dots can make
a straight line
or can create an arbitrary path

Where we are traveling
that can make life simple
or can draw a circle
that turns you again
to your home

Or an uneven line
that creates a sway
where the river moves   
but can't say that
there was no space
before the big bang

Each word has a pour
that impact could be
low or loud  
but some words can make
a metaphor
a poem

Can catch happiness
or sadness
can art an imagery
of nature
life

Or a thought
that can make an illusion
or a fusion between
the love and the hope
that we perches into our soul

Every bits of sound holds an emotion
thousands of bits make a rhythm
that can build a song
whether it's a song of joy

Or sad
or a true loop
that never terminate
thee love of  

Or a rebel tune
that makes a struggle
for the independence
which can make an eternal
freedom song!

An infinite travel in a time machine,
A universe to another universe,
with soul pours fathomless love

There is no edge of the universe -
There is no start and end of time -
There be all of heartless particle
Love will be devoured by black hole!
as light consumed by it-
The infinite gravity,
extreme density-

The time machine exceeds light speed
Space and time-
four dimensional geometry
Time calculation,
Earth clock plus ninety degree right angle
if light exist and whatever the arbitrary -
I can travel past and future,
I know one day,
Universe should be inflated,
within a big crunch-

No men, no women- no love
Thy require nothing
Transfigured life into particles
I will be a particle,
stay at different universe
Endure wondering from universe to universe
Black hole to black hole
There should be an anti particle,
as like as me -
The existence of love should be speed -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
Where did the colors of
Why color renditions!
Are you trying to paint your dreams?
Indeed, the stars in the sky to Hold Fairs
 
Look at the Open Sky
Like a white canvas
You draw all your dreams together
I'll see you in the new dream date

I'll come back in the afternoon
To see your painting
Do you need anymore color?
I have a lot of
But I'm not a Painter
I want to see your painting,
Would be lost
Want to be a kite in the sky were

Then came Evenings
I think today
Evening Star will be appeared
Walk with thought,

Sometimes the simplest ways is to think hard
The nearest ones are distant

Restless mind
Edgy eyes
Keep eyes on Canvas
Ouch is it!

Oh,Why is this canvas colored in dark!
Ah,Why the sky is shaded with clouds!
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
our mind can feel everything
if we can feel the beauty of roses once
it can make some meaningful words,
even can create a few metaphors of a poem

we write all through our life
it can be grown as words of war
even can be born as a piece of peace
or can be grown both,
war and peace

it can be made a pain or gain
or it can be seemed as a stream,
that can be bought a grain of sand
Even it can earn both,
the pain and the gain

life can make a song
it can be a song of joy
sometimes it may be a coy
even it can make a rhythmic tone
that can't always be a romantic tune
as the river is not always plays a full of chimes

life can be found love
or can be gathered loss
or it can be earned both love or loss
as the poem " Annabel Lee"
that gifts us a pang of pain

life can be moved long like a novel
as Tolstoy's war and peace
even life can be too short, tragic
as the life of a poet,
like Sukanta, Keats and Poe

life looks like a novel
it's growing as well
with both lost and found
of so many stir of dreams

our mind is an endless paper
feelings are as ink
times are as the pen
everybody is the novelist
begins writing since he's born
and finishes before his death
though someone exceeds beyond the death

wise men told
life is a learning
life is a continuous earning of wisdom
that can be repair our kingdom

///
@ 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

~~
Then went out of the way
Address not found
Didn't and couldn't be called
want to reach you

I came across a horizon
Evening came down
Heard, you exist behind the sun
Not to fear cause you made
In the dark,
Anyone can't see you
Even not me too

However I wish
I will get
Dark come down as your rules
Find you
Find the road
Randomly
Restlessly

Am I in the same place
Or moving towards any of the
I close my eyes in the dark
Thought I'm black
I have mixed up the dark

Open my eyes and can't see myself
My weight is decreased
Going up into the air
Increasing the speed, have felt cool
Where am I going
Heard something vague
Slowly
More speed increases
I see a mystic haze
I go to the land of conscious to the unconscious

But I can't understand
My chest is open
Is to operate on me
Putting something else on the heart
Sent back to conscious

Yet I have not seen
But hear you!
See the haze again,
In the Songs of dark!
~~

Sometimes I feel
and discover myself as a poet
cause I have a little back pain

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~
Try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
Lost myself in the colorful days,
But Comes back again and again

In the beach seems not at comes back to the
Appears as the illusive silhouette
Comes back again to the shade of trees,
At the rolls along a curve of path
Space between thoughts,
Among the laps of forgotten days

To get back to the rhythm of life,
In the dialectics of stone and emotion
Among the mistakes,
When to walk alone in the dark

In the Joy,
In the hopeless romance
In the morning sun,
Even after the end of the day when gone

Any valentine song that comes to sudden evening
When the juncture of poetry in the transition
In the morning tune of birds ,
Even as the floating autumnal white clouds in the sky

Comes back with the thirst of words
In the Lust, anger, huff  
With the whispering of fallen dry leaves of spring
Again in dreams as my most beloved

Comes back with the feelings of happiness
Unfortunately the rain undertone of pain
The hope of getting beyond the horizon
Either in the territory of the infinity

Yet try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Day, night again the day and night rounding
I can’t break your thoughts at all
It seems a true loop ever -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Let the boy go
underneath the open sky
Let him to find his way
it may be soft or hard, bend or straight

Let him play
with grasshoppers, butterflies who are made his springtime
where dreams rolling on the horizon
That only brushing those images

Let him know
about the books and stars, tell about the lost star
about the tragedy of his ancestor,
even tell about friends or foes

Let him realize
The history of the civilization
what is right or wrong,
how knowledge grew the pen strong!

Let him feel
The beauty and spines of roses,
The freedom of choice where the mind mates
at the estuary of sea  

Let him love
The  birds, animals, people  
And only a girl where he makes
the next dreams of life

One day he will know
His existence within the nature
Envision the existence of universe
And write a poetry about the future of mankind

So Let the boy go

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

far night is calling -
only the hash of ash is falling -
the cold is melancholy chilling -
my very slow heart is in some hurry -
fate failed to carry the fairy -
even if night come to the glory -
thunder blinks on my mind furry -
and I sleep as sleep apart from a sleep - -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

ever romantic the pain,
on the portrait of a poet
the evening sky is as dry tears,
she is too grey to move on the sky
pen is writing on the edge of the page
on what for it’s moving around?
it’s a mysterious dark night,
that fallen on the moon’s face
shadows flee all around,
even the deep dark on the brushed soul -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

.
Behind the depression of discarded Love,
The land that was once again called rain,
When the ethereal whispered
The day turned again,
Thousands of purple flowers play on that land
With all-colours of butterflies,
Insight eyes grow,
The eyes stop
Dreams run parallel to the path,
A spring of strangely unexplored wind in the afternoon
Seeing the strange behaviour of Fong
Somehow alone you walk through the lane on the shore of the river

Certainly, the melody comes out,
Cradling with the known and the unknown
Want to get back to one turn,
Light and shadow in the game,
The pages are painted in colour,
Again, in the midst of different forms,
In search of her shape,
Towards the illusions of the dream,
In the songs of flowers and leaves,
In one of the magical forms of poem

Where to get lost, no one can stop the dam,
If lost, all is returned,
Then if anyone in the dream calls
And if you wake up
In the dark of the darkness, it is easy to forget yourself
Feeling faded to swell,
Comes out of the poem of great form,
Where the beauty of love is inaccessible
And poetry covers the wide-ranging sky,
An endless loving-laden night,
Whose unimaginable unknowingly unmarked path
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
5th April,2018

/
There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
I am a very devoted guy
who never tell a lie
a conditional character,
very optimistic,
almost an illiterate,
but self literate and barefooted-
I have nothing
and none for me
except my pen and paper,
with you and my Hello Poetry- 
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

//
The Child who
Takes pollute air
Since his birth
Slowly and Slowly
He who has forgotten
The purity of nature

Day by day
He has lost
His serene soul
Now he does not recognize
The beautiful green
He has almost forgotten all the way
To the release of

All the fault of the person
Who is to take over again,
To be released
Along the way to
Where it all away

Where,

Politics is only for the king
There the truth is always
Caught up in lies
There is no opposition
To his position
Before the creation
Of the prison

There,
However,
The word democracy is admitted
To the hospital,
And there is no way
Where all dreams are overrun
Where the sun has arisen
And has beckoned him,
His voice has sunk again

Where,

You are quietly separated
Is distinguished
From the beautiful

Your eyes are a waste of
Add all to fade
 
Your tongue is tasteless
Messy to eat
 
Light will be taken away
You stuck to the four walls

Words send away
Your pen down

His(King) fawning
To consciousness
Where there is
No opposition in opinion

However,
There is not an option
For Freedom

Where there no pigeon
To fly in the sky
And there is not going
To write a poem

Because it may go
Against the King
Where the freedom
Is completely exiled
//
@ 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 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

///

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

This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper

In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple

Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the Sunflower rises on the first shines of sun
Melts with a dream after a long winter washed

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

/
One day I went along this way
to the river
She called me
I had heard, loved
got lost in her

Then,
at that river,
I was swimming,
had a bath
went to the other side,
plucked the red lotus
Tirelessly had seen her maze form,
told her my unspoken words

That time is over
The river is buried,
doesn't call no more
Away,
never hear the songs of downstream
do not write a love poem for her
In fact,
not going the way anymore

Now the way turned the Highway
Cried out to the big Lorries
when I open the old window,
See the rain forms but never reply

Why I still see the dream
In Rain,
A small boat on the river
has lost in the fog-
/
@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

Dark is coming all around
What for, are you waiting on the ground?
I never saw love yet found
Time is no more passing sound

Bird is flying so far away -
And you are seeking your own way
The home was indicating To-Let
But I had done too late -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///
Empty room
Open window
Smell of your hair
Reshuffle of all the feelings
What a familiar song!
Blowing through the window
I hear but not to turn asleep
Flavor of night jasmine
I open the door
She is coming,
What an unprecedented beauty of that face!
Gradually open
The bare body
How beautiful!
I am seduced by the sight of
You and I stand one on the island
But then I was sleeping
In a dream not to go too close

@Musfiq us shaleheen
///
ঘরটা ফাকা
জানালা খোলা  
তোমার চুলের গন্ধ পাই
এলোমেলো সব অনুভূতি
কি যেন এক চেনা গান
ভেসে আসছে
শুনে শুনে ঘুম আসেনা
হাস্নাহেনার গন্ধ
দরজাটা খুলে দেই
সে আসে  
কি অপূর্ব সুন্দর্য ওই মুখে!
আস্তে আস্তে খুলে যায় সব
অনাবৃত শরীর
কি সুন্দর!
আমি বিমোহিত এক দৃষ্টিতে
তুমি আর আমি এক দ্বীপে
কিন্ত তখন আমি ঘুমিয়েছিলাম
স্বপ্নের  মধ্যে কাছে যেতে পারিনি  

মুসফিক উস সালেহীন

///

///
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

...

Many words already uttered
As the waves of streams
Arranged a garland
with hundreds of colorful flowers

Though I wrote, deleted,cut  
hundred thousands of unspoken words
yet sometimes songs come out
From the melancholy tunes of flute  

That is why the way out of the river
from the springs
you can't read
don't even feel the pain of poetry

So the last poem I write
Sitting on the ground
around the river
.....

..
in another life
you will be mine
i think it's hurts
whom you love
what to do for him
if everything is presumed
but I can lose love
if I can't change
can't love my beloved

@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

~
Two ways to connect
May be caused by the New Way

But the end of the river
In estuaries
Lost in all
In the room of my old heart  

Both can go away from an angle
Or come from afar to meet both
Can make an angle

We are a form of both
Living in harmony,
In the deep Sea of Love
Frenzy to create the New

Let me come back
Again and Again
As in the new form
Of my old Soul

*@ Musfiq us shaleheen