Here is the Earth,
far from the Haven
where thee and my son
are sleeping soundly
I see but my son sleeps
still sleeps on my chest
I love him and he loves me too -

Here is the Earth
far from the Haven
where the lake and the hill
twist with each other  
hill lies but the lake
sleeps on her chest
lake devotes on
and hill cherishes too

Here is the Earth
far from the Haven
there the moon shimmers
on my old window
where moon laughs and
my dreams are rising slowly
moon kisses my dreams
and dream kisses her too

There is the Haven
far from the Earth
here Earth kisses the haven
but Haven never
Here Earth is lonely
but there Haven is full
Earth missed the Haven
but Haven never

@ 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

~~
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
....

~
*Rain drops falling into water
Creates the sounds of ripples
As when she dancing
Hearing the Sound of anklet

Words are floating in the words of many
Could make pain,
Tunes of despair
When the rain drops falling into tunes,
Randomly

Dances of waves overflowing,
Rolling on the shore of Sea
Play the melody with the words
The Soul could leap

But that is not raining in the desert
On top of hot sand  
The sand storm flowing
Building sand dunes
Could hide
But can't survive

Empty thirsty mind seeking Oasis
If not yet found
Find Lives
Restless heart
Void
Word out
Seeking love

Looping to look at dreams
With the gravity of love
In another way
In any other day's

@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Those might have been told in any other way
but you could not understand
No, No this is not a spring song
Not even a fairytale

An exclusive secret,
a pain which originates within a love,
reverberates with the rebel song,
within your known sky, wind

Naturally has seen in dreams
Rarely meets with the real
Crops of thousand wishes,
As the Vinci's Mona Lisa

Truly forms in nature
which has a vitreous luster
As the Crystal of Sapphire blue
where the beauty beyond

Of the words mystery unveiled,
yet the fascination of the Poe's uncovered poetry,
As the fathomless depth of Mid Atlantic ridge,
which goes a long way

Tastes like the first kisses of love
which is full of longing
where whole life is covered with dissatisfaction,  
within the prospect of ever known

Like an old wine
where levels of alcohol is too high
After spreeing over the night,
Still hanging in,
Even after taking the morning black coffee
~~
@ 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!

==
I'm not anywhere
Build an emptiness
Where?
Not in somewhere else
When really i think
I'm not anywhere
==
@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

~
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
~

~~
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

///

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

///
When the time has returned
Hearts can't go out from you
Lost love seems to be a footprint
Decayed stone is a sign of thy

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet

Spots at matches
Someone calls the untimely
I See
You see
Everything becoming change

Slow
Quick change
You and me
The Trees
The Hills
The River
All

Your restless mind
Grew cold
Even fastest cyclone
Became cool

Leaves fallen
Grew again
Spring came
And moved away

She came
She sang
Again she went away
Never hold back
Just left this footprint

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
///
@ 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

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

-
Hours stuck in the window
after full of thrill and race
when someone behind
hiding her pale face
I come there untimely
see a sparrow wandering
during a vacuum sunset
earth floats on the fate
how the days go on
the feelings are growing
streaming into a sad song
what she thinks behind
when the lonely sparrow fugling

@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
In the Stars Fair
Sometimes it's falling
Lost in the dark

My love,
Mingles with millions of stars
Same but hundreds of thousands of light in the line

Who are given
What I have found
But all I have taken

Among thee who am I
Even where are you
Or maybe known to me as the North Star

Lost within everyone
Beyond the known path
Apart from the light

Footprints fade out in the same path
Still spots on the shadows
Even yet it's called the galaxy
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Oh my God! I could not judge your game
The event is-
being-
will be-
Why the sun rose, set and the moon shine?
Are all known to you!

You float me on tears,
sit him on a branch of a tree,
babies sleep on her mother's arm-
birds fly and sing melancholy song-
thy no sorrow except happiness-
Is the game you play with dude?

If all of your will!
Why counts curse and bless?
Is it obligatory to breed heaven and hell?

He who wit you,
his mind is without fear,
he had been died before he died,
but he could not judge your game at all!

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

my mind is blind
with this soft sweetness of wind
where dry leaves are blown
Again I find myself alone

An echo on the other side of the wall
I hear a mystic call
but on my eye
the light saying goodbye

///
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--

in the night whom bed is separated
for whom the lovely moon waited
for whom the wise words uttered
forever the named door shuttered

night's melancholy on the edge
lonely bird in the heavy cage
In the hopeless sky,
a romantic blue sapphire,
A fused bright star of the last year

whatever you share, whatever I share
whether we are far or near
certainly both under deep dark cover
yet to understand who was the lover

I press the dark if things to uncover
maybe impossible the days to recover
away a future, far from the good night
under the lens a lazy haze light

@Musfiq us shaleheen

25th December 2017

...
.
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

///

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

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

.
~~
So when in the sky
see other pale shades spread
looking for the hue changes
hoped to dream

This desert is echoed with known mystic tunes
in a moment of extreme imagination,
the sound of rain drops

wanted to get more,
created a stir
at the far way there is a gap extended

A distinct curve in the road,
rolls along with an array,
appear thousands of red Flamboyant
where you are standing in the ashes of my idols
~~
..
@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

~~
new born coconut leaves
standing on the head of the tree
a mild north chill breeze blowing
raising sunlight reflects between the leaves

the falling light playing on the meadows
the growing day in to the fog's shadows

the new moody breeze growing a little
the cowboys wandering with the cattle
the boy is very crazy with his flying kite,
the birds are too busy within the day's light

I am wondering through the shadows
and finding my hopes within the meadows
when thousands of kites flying in the sky
there love growing on her gloomy eyes

where there a few of dreams coming
as the light falling between the leaves
where there thousands of whirling
hopes uttering in to the breeze  
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Hundreds of thousands of words Shouting
How can I Call you

So deep darkness all around
How can I See you

But Red Sun rises in your sky
How can I See it

Your are in full of dreams
How can I dream your dreams in My eyes

But Still,

The Words
That can say Your say

The Darkness
Forced to see the Light

The Red Sun
May expand my horizons

And your Dream
May birth to another dream in me


Yet I can't bring you

In my known tune
In my own room
In my known rhythm
In my known traverse

Yet I speak your words,
Sing your song
Days Passing to wait
Nights passing through dreams-

.....
True love can't always go in a certain way
As you don't always think before a step
It may even beyond imagination-
But finally it is a sacrifice for life-
Which gentlemen may count after reading the book
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
you know how this is

when all the roads mingles
at the edge of the bend
there is no way to go out
the days fall into crash

Again I find you
Think you will come back
So far the evening star
Around others make festival

Every seconds of nature
Then illuminates with moonlit
A long shadow of mountain has come
In front of a large meadow

Every moment grew pale of
what an unconscious thought
Fall down into traverses
Away from dream
between realistic and mystic
up shaking the mind-body

The last math of the time
when matching with passion
paint the portrait of your pale face
A burning cigarette with remaining ashes  
grew end in another hand

~~

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

.....
Not an interesting metaphor
To Keep the brain on
Or just showing day dreams
Even an unnecessary composed poetry
Made to be happy for the king and queen
Decorated with false songs of a garland victory
Just defile your voice
Or Just a lie of fabricated cry
Acting as the heavy down eyes
Just showing forged mercy to love
Even a painting of an outward woman
While stupid men became tickle with a synthetic beauty

Then If composed a true poetry
However, So many illustrative metaphors
which have a form of sacred truth
Perched the purple nature into you
Knowing Spring with the aromas of mango buds
Saying the real life
Demonstrates the truth of death with death
Like inventions of science

Rendering with expressions and feelings
Owing water to thirsty men
Explain the friction between light and darkness
Dragging the stone of truth
Thousands of music grant the intangible beauty of life
Love became harmonious
And the dreams are to raise thousand colors of love
Life flows like spring water
Of course a poem calls an eternal love
There a hidden beauty craving all time
And an upstream pouring the pure love
............
@musfiq us shaleheen

///
If I go through the darkness
I see, all around the darkness
but I have a third eye
where there I can see your light

you are the light
that enlighten me
where there I find my way

If I go through the wrong
I see, all around the wrong
but if I hear through my another third ear
where there I can catch your voice

I find your words
that brings my words
where there I make my poetry

If I go through thee known song
I feel, I can't go through the whole song
but if I feel through my third sense
where there I am very curious to seek your song

I try to sing your song
that makes my melody
where there I can make my song again

If I go through thee mind
I feel, I lose my interest rapidly
but if I feel through my third vision
where there I feel the spirituality  

I try to understand your mind
that brings shine on my mind
where there I can make my soul again

If I go through thee road
I feel, I can't grow my motion
but if I think through my sixth sense
where there I move to your road again

I try to go through your road
that makes my speed again
where there I will make my love again
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

If I look back
A black rose come on wet tears of streams
And she took off
In the womb of evening tide

If I look back
An old dusty city
Rows of abandoned cars, houses
And a raven stands on the rotten piles of *******

If I look back
A broken frame of glasses on a gray letter in a table
Mystic shadows falling on the light of autumn afternoon
Cradling with the words of unspoken love

If I look back
What gives love, I know also takes too many
Again cover in the dark
Letters of time come to fold
      
         Every single word is a black stone
         Comes out  from the womb of the earth
         Each word is exploded in a loud word, in synonyms
         Certainly fire flashed in buildings, fake minds
         Civilization of all uncivilized

And yet if I look back
A black spot comes back into the line of light
The old raven sitting on it
And on his lips that gray letter of love

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

..
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

///
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 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

///
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

~~
I know the time
Even I know beyond the time
Your heart
And the heart of mine
Even which is divine
Where everybody is going
What causes the heart singing
Where is our Soul
Why Sometimes Everything
Running without a goal  
Even in the dark night
Why the prophecy brings the light
Why the green turns to yellow
Even the life of the stream becomes shallow
Why we count the time of death
And where is going all those faiths
Even I know
What Love is
With or without a kiss
I know all those
Even the mystic beauty of the Rose
Why, that's not to be bowed
While her heart goes
Goes to the end
Without any friend
~~
@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
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
5th April,2018

I lost the way to say,
I love you
still move myself with you
to move you around me
I moved to shore
see you in my core
love is an endless loop
fall who once fall in love
so many think I thought
so many songs I snag
all bend me to you
and towards you, my love
but I lost the way to say,
I love you -

@Musfiq us shaleheen