Can you remember my friend?
We were walking together with same plan
Conceived together with same pang
Can you remember the priceless pain?

We promised to stand under same umbrella
And took shelter underneath the same tree
When at rain or required to take a little rest
Can you remember my friend?

Thoughts of time made the strong ideas,
We composed an ode of ideology
Died when it was young and possible
Unrest our love even our life
And children never smile again

Now the difference is too high
between -
The rich and the poor
The male and the female
The king and the pawn

And I see a far distance between hope and hopeless
Can you feel my friend?
The difference and the anomaly

We lost all of our commitment for man and mankind
And we painted the dark future of our children
The song of joy that now a coy

Can you remember my friend?
Can you ever remember?
Ah! My friend
'O' No, my friend of mine

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It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

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Yesterday I was sick and
Moon was far from my window
I called you that it was full of dark
Miss you very -

You told me that you were busy
Drink is over, hanged out today
You called me today, said you are free
I told you that, I am sound
and moon shimmers at my window

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*You wrote a romantic love poem
that loved you and me
like the flower and bee
and all this poured at the dreaming May

Now I write a sad love poem
that is again calling you, my love
and I build a tragic epitaph of love
May be it will be the end of my gleaming May

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Words were not those as you said before
And the sentences were
not also like as the story behind
Then, how it will be possible!
As he fits those tones perfectly within that tune

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Alone on this low horizon
None can wake up now
Moon calls me tonight,
With full of merriment

Now it is lifting me too high,
Water is shimmering sharply
And I drink alone the beauty
Until ache the twilight horizon

Stars are dancing over the skies
River rises within its silky way,
I am biding boat through its Milky way
When distance is million miles far from you

Sometimes good is not so good
You need to apply good
in a good way
with a good manner

The meaning of good is not
the same to thee as always
sometimes you realize good
after a certain time even after several era

which is good?
only time can say

the taste, the beauty, the knowledge
everything is relative as you are
so different from others
in mind and soul within look

but there are some good
thoughts and things
those everybody like but
somebody sometimes differ from that

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~~
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..

~~
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~~
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
~~

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Everyone sat in rows
In the hands of everyone,
Writing his own poetry
They were reading again
Will recite

Then I was a young poet
My poems were formed
By the faces and eyes
Rain stung like
My pen was flowing as wild
As a vigorous stream

In front,
Sitting too many famous poet
Not too aged,
Writing judged
Equal to the hills of Fame
Expanding their scope as the sea
Many ahead of his time
A lot of poetry grew them legend

I will read the poem in front of them
Vibrating my heart and hands,
Throat was dry
Remembering the words of Robert Frost,
"And Miles to go before I sleep"
As if,
Repeatedly I touched
The new Spirit,
The Flame in the body
And the poem that would accelerate

It was a festival
Nothing else
Soundly a great festival of poetry
There so many poets came from
In Country and Abroad

I guessed,
I guessed
I have to recite my own
Should do at least once
Should do at least once

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A moment indulged rough-and-tumble,
A new frustration bloomed
As a kite cut off when swing on air
Sandbars cut in the velocity of river

She went to honey moon,
My speed less time ceased and stuck
moving from fire to cold
At the end, spring moreover fade-out

Dream lies under disaster,
You will not come back again
Shadow clouds strikes on dark clouds,
Dream blended as ice to rain drops

Cats and dogs rain flooded,
over river flood plain
Clouds are spreading with,
firing through the sky, again and again -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

..
I love thee
because they love me
but without she
there is nothing to be
..
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~~
Another day has come
As the rolling stone comes with the stream
The thin crescent in the sky
Smiled upon the womb of clouds
Flow of joys outburst in the outside air
At the end test of gonna
As if the long waiting rain comes down
If you will come back

Everyone's gone fast in a chariot
Away the owl calls out in the way of dark
Light and dark playing on the canvas of memory
Rain song comes up on the track
Early at dawn woke up with that mystic song
Still I'm just Thee revolves
~~

A set of dreams as autumnal cloud,
drifts again and again-
I bought all plucked flowers,
perches a flower basket again and again

At dark sunk night I dreamed full moon,
At full moon I never dreamed dark night
I saw beauty and truth hide behind melody,
Tried to rescue love and hope again and again

Lining my eyes towards her path,
Though I could not touch her
I saw petals of roses plucked and wither,
A flower basket behold an empty heart

I dreamed that you would come to me,
at full moon night with some sticks of flowers
I am passionate and temp for waiting and waiting for you
I want to behold thy forever and ever -

If you don't come again on my lonely lane
I will be wandered through autumnal cloud,
with my dream angel,
As like as she represent you!

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

A bird breaks cage finally fly away
Takes a breath with full of oxygen
Certainly circulation of,
blood picked up too high
A rising speed accelerate hopes
Try to set a direction to nestle
A dream to survive his children
who are still waiting for him there
A fear of fire still,
changes his direction
A will to wish him to survive,
till to reach at nest.

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So enough depth to fill so feel to me
So long it’s longing the losing song
Feelings are falling on the rough floor
Not enough room to hide behind the melody

My night is going through tears of toil
Last drops are waiting for your departure
So many times it hanged me on the sky
No more roads to take off or take away

Dark is proof and profound over the sky
So long it’s paining the bored river bed
Crushing through the glitter of gold
Decays the moon and decades are lost

I who so nice to play days over lost
So mature through immature days have gone
Dropping all drops to depth and dragged
So melancholy melts within the dreams of life

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on the edge
space of dark in the silence
no drought or sandy
nothing rainy
or candy
just feeling beyond
shadows sleeping behind
neither any kind of bind
nor anything bound to find
i know anything is something
nothing not to be say anything
but here is something is nothing
so nothing is bothering
above or below
i feel empty or hollow
in the space of null
there an endless soothing lull
anything may not be moving
even with a gravity's pull
nothing not to be say something
anything else
an infinite dark,
an endless silence
above all,
behind the shadows of love
still an essence
.
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