~~
How is it!
My world revolves around a circle, my darling
If I go, was forced to return,
I can not go beyond the boundaries of
A visible tension,
All those separated from me,  darling
Attracts towards the center point

I'm far away from you
Sure end position outside of the ring,
Centripetal force does not let me go
A Mist,
A Shadow,
Drags me always as a  Classic Music
I'm a prisoner,
A prisoner! my dear

An imprisonment set boundaries,
Set the Time also
I have your picture in the sky,
Smell in the air,
Forms in my eyes,
I think the eternal words of yours, repeatedly
So, I'm a prisoner forever, darling

You are not in front of me
There is a long time
You do not keep in touch of mine
In the darkness
I see a silhouette of yours, dear
Call me
Say Love,
Sing a forever love Song,
My long sighs grew smaller,
Turn to very breath of-
Phase of loneliness as a prisoner is released
I dreamed again-
And discovered myself in your arms!
~~
@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

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

/
We know the truth of this history
If the time is upon us to sin
We can refuse to
But the charges do not

Men move toward the classic way
To love
To Light
To Dream
To Release

One thing I want to say
to Claudius:

Not a War
Not a ******
Take away any child smile
Anyone can't be happy

Who Murdered Love
Anyone can't bring peace
Who does not love the flowers
He may even ****

Valentine,
My dear Valentine:

On that day you captured
Thought so
Is not something else,
Love is the only way of Salvation

Human life like a hill track
Somewhere in ups and downs,
This prompts the love constantly Friend
And So "Hate is the only word for Claudius"

Though You put to Death,
Hundreds of thousands of years later
Yet Love glistens in the hearts of millions,
Everybody a Valentine One

And Today I say,
Say with my thousand friends

"Long Live the Love
  Long Live Valentine"
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I hear the low humble post
Interested to answer
Response from the resonance
Impulse is going to increase

Necessity to be a clear hear
Words maybe past or future
I switched my compass-less ship
Saying fate will fade

Passers passed by the side
They are aloof for the farewell
I grow the speed of the ship
unconsciously moving my hand,
saying goodbye! goodbye!

Known horizon grew small
Waves break in the waves
Calling unconscious in a low voice
I'm,
I'm
Interested to answer

Break the waves, Small waves
Big waves
Moving the wheel of time
Towards an uncertain destination

I'm,
I'm
Interested to answer
Yet unanswered the whole life
Break out,
Build up
Saying fate will fade

Again-
I hear the low humble post
I have sent a counter reply
Now waiting for continuous
I'm,
I'm
Interested to answer
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
13th November,2017
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

~~
An impossible eyes saw through
thick wall of light,
extend beyond the boundaries of,
couldn't touch anything,
a handful of darkness came,
did not wash away hands try to forget
but strange conclusion repeatedly comes back,
I went to sleep,
again saw the line,
hands of dream moving lights

Then the dream of eyes,
dark without light,
past the stones,
the witnesses of time then fallen sudden nebula,
came out of the space,
the time of,
time hit on the wall of sight,
sky became crunch,
matched in a point,
numerous points in the way of

I walk,
you go,
move with the spiral ways,
all mate to an infinity,
in front the new days,
open space,
I know that you're in the midst of,
seeks,
gets,
loses,
In fact in the dreams so many times,
came on over to the,
and I grew out of existence

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Although the night is too dark
As if the love blocks the path
But the flowers are yours
Like the golden days of laughter

The way lost in a distant blue sky
Although today cry
Yet, the unscathed days as the rewards of yours
Brings back a bunch of dreams

Ah! On walking, all days have gone
However, no matter how deep the dark night
Your imagination came across the shore
As if the light rises on the other side of the door

Flowers, Plants and the Fallen leaves of trees
Even back in the Spring breeze
Standing on the edge of dreams
Owe you think
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

It will **** all the pain
Even sun stops lighting to moon
Love is a shine as moonlit
Death is small and narrow
Life is enlighten even after death
So lovely the love was and is
In all my poems for you
When I am past -

@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

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

///
Oh! You could not try
To wit yourself
You are in the loop and banded,
How will you?
So you shore at halfway
The person who prop
On a boat at a distant river
He roosts into your soul,
As pieces exist in a showcase
You mount at darkness
Men live and brace into your heart
A man who has bilge and dumb
He who say in your voice
You don't know who you are!
Just behold!
Who grill god?
Where is the amorphous?
If you want to know yourself
You discover the man
At the end of the path
Wisdom says,
You underneath on yourself
God ascends on yourself.
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

...
While
Warm water as the geyser
Gives the skin a new taste
After the sudden rain
The sun peeped behind the clouds
As if a fire peaks in the red flamboyant forest
Then purple flowers of Jarul's
Silently washing the suffering of long pain
Worship to God with drunk
Late afternoon in front of the house of crow
Cuckoo calls repeatedly,
Wings fluttering,
Not unnecessarily
She searches her left offspring
Alongside a small river (Kumar) flows
Small dazzling waves,
With a Cold gentle breeze
Flows over my sweet sweat
Ah! Another form of Heaven
Seduced far away from the darkness
Furious within a dream,
I bathe
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

In fold a feather,
footprint of petals,
a book of old pages
I count
and found
the story of forgotten Lenore
that never return anymore

@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

~
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

///
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

the old songs fates are nostalgic
never euphoria can catch it
the deep purple is now more mystic
my love playing an enigmatic flute,
i go through the much known pages
so many times it bitter me the lost path
autumnal clouds are no more cloud nine

the way I find too far above,
the real divine song,
a little bit invisible -
the way of peace,
the ultimate way of freedom -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

.
...
.......
Then I never saw you
even didn't hear that song again
how everything got lost in uncertain
begins the rules of funeral  

Those morning dews,
how beautiful  the silver shines!
surely lost after a few hours
ah! the dreams grew and lost in daylight  

Moonlight falls on this large meadow
Certainly clears my distinct shadow
what a brightness in the face of horizon
get lost after the clouds covered

Hope grows love
where river moves towards the upstream
when loses
the time, untimely  

Love is a foolish pride
Find after lost,
as the day within the days,
daily

Lonely time as the pain of the poetry
In words, paper of poetry submerged
Find thy, say into the darkness
what a restless mind, drunk!
...
..
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

....
And an object behind
the dark,
you say true
I have lost that light
again I feel the sight
and fight for the wright..

.......
In the bend of my road
That way offshore
Call me with my old name
What song I sing for her

Someday in some moments
Did I leave something!
In this dusts of the way
Maybe in the monsoon of May
Or my empty way can say!

What that I couldn't understand
Wanted to understand
How all is lost
In the wheels of time
And why today all those
Cast me

I'm a tired traveler
Sitting in the shade of shadow
At the time of sunset in the meadow
What causes of an illusion!

What I have lost
Behind the mind
Does she come back certainly!
In that lost obsessed path!

I think the day has turned
Lost in the bend of road
Maybe taken the new way
In the bend of the road
.....
@Musfiq us shaleheen

..
in the night to day
love love love-
that may you have gotten
that's why the poetry
yet makes a symmetry
between the life in the lost
in the desert or in the frost
you have never forgotten
the metaphoric cohesions
in the tunes of the flute
or in the dreams of mute
yes life processed some illusions
which may make any creation
love love love-
there is, of course, an inspiration
yet the lonely dream possessions
in the treasures
or in the desert
the mystic mirage why?
otherwise, the dreams to die
in the night to day
from one May to another May
a day remains a day
on another unique day
yet the elusive rose
never grew gray
love love love-
that once you have gotten
you have never forgotten
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

When you say
I love you -
It's never be a lie

It's a lie and truly lie
when I say,
I don't love you

I love you
because you loved me once
I can see all my love at a glance
again all loves come to me at once

When I think you loved me
and I am loving you,
my love -
and it's forever -

@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

/
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

/
Many and
Many years later
My Poetry books
That I had lost
From the middle of the bookshelf
Within Thousands of many other books
Where I have found
 
Utterly Unknown
Some Pages
Yellow
Pale
Is very difficult to read
Yet quietly reading
I read with a lot of the force
Crawling.
As a Small child walking
Many years later,
Understand
Know
Become that Strange Poem

The Poem
Showed me Dreams
Told me to Love
Strikingly,
Bought all the Colors of my Canvas
Drawn your Images
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In my Heart and the Soul

Then
You and I
Grew as a highly Sophisticated
Metaphor,
In an extreme
Cohesion,
Nice One

My Heart put on your Heart
In a Romantic Tune
Bode on a Small Boat
Toward a Tough Sea,
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In the Song of the Sea

Then
Sudden Sea Storm Came
Made Substantially Vortex water
We Drowned
Lost you
That also happened
Many and
Many years before
In this Sea and my Soul

Today I have found you again
In a Sprung Dream
As I lost you
Many and
Many years before
As if I'm standing
On the Shore of the Sea
You as a form of Sea Angel
Come forward to me-
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

It rain drops,
little stream flows through -
wordless tune but endless rhythm --
it reminds a long before--
decays of a rolling stone,
still glistened--
Love how I feel!

@Musfiq us shaleheen

A long day of shadows--
Never glisten the meadows---
We have chosen the wrong--
Day by day,
We have almost forgotten
that divine song,
Losing the spiritual light of the god---
Moving ourselves in a darkness broad----

I see the sky has grown red crucified--
The spiritual light is being satisfied---
The Satan is being terrified--  
Mother Mary becomes merriment---
That her holy son again removes the darken---
We are wondering again to be unified-
The earth is growing with magnified---

Flowers aroma blowing amour of love
The children singing the reception's song,
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!!

Angels play divine melody--
Truths coming too merrily--
We are waiting for the light of the prophet (Jesus)
in the darkness of the horizon---

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

///
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

~~
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

~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
I am not writing any poetry
Not a huff,
Not even a romantic mood,
I talked to a distress

Unto thee of say my friend:

The suffering of pain is more than a pain
Words of distress
No longer I can't say either

The story of that night
That is longer than a long night
That night, my love had died before the dawn

How do I tell thee

The suffering of love is unforgettable
Than the love you never achieved  
Middle of the night to about chest pain

When I could not bear it no longer
Then at late night I call a friend to awake
No longer I can't say either

My friend
O' my friend!
My dearest friend!

How do I tell thee
My soul grew dry that is more than a wither petals
No longer I can't say either

When the sudden stopped of time
I stood, Saw the closed distant door
No longer I can't say either

To be alone in everybody
Within a moment a known seems to be unknown
No longer I can't say either

The last thing to understand who she is constant
The story of the lost bright Star
No longer I can't say either

The door is closed
Maybe someone has locked
Alone, The sleepless nights of choking

One's that hard
Many pale faces in the crowd of strangers
Love is lost within too many hopes

How do I tell thee
No longer I can't say either
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

'O' this rain
knocking a distinct pain
while I'm sitting in the train
here life uncut
though the glass window shut
everything moving fast, but
I'm locked, fixed
like a rotating disc
repeating the same song
as the rain longing as long
dropping rain drops
on the land of crops
on the pops
nonstops

/
My way to separate from you
A great distance,
As if in between a long light years,
Your light takes to reach

Until my darkness
One sleepless night alone
As if a full dark moon
A thick dam on my eye

But your lipstick looks red
As if the color of my blood
Your Car black
Like the color of my skin

Your love pink
Mine blue
Your dream in color
My black and white

You are a star, live beside a star
I can see you
But don't ever go to the touch
Not an one of the far
/
-------------------
যেন এক মরিচিকা
-------------------
আমার পথ তোমার থেকে আলাদা
একটা বিস্তর দুরত্ব
যেন মাঝে এক লম্বা আলোকবর্ষ
তোমার আলো এসে পৌছাতে সময় লাগে

ততক্ষণ আমার অন্ধকার
একাকী এক বিনিদ্র রাত
যেন আমাবস্যার চাদ
বাধ সেধেছে আমার চোখে

কিন্তু তোমার লিপস্টিকটা লাল
আমার রক্তের মতন
তোমার গাড়িটা কালো
আমার গায়ের রঙের মতন

তোমার ভালবাসা গোলাপী
আমার নিল  
তোমার সপ্ন রঙিন
আমার সাদা কালো

তুমি তারা থাক অন্য তারার পাশে
তোমাকে দেখা যায়
কিন্তু কখনো স্পর্শ করা যায় না
অনেক দুরে যেন এক মরিচিকা
  
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

....
Stream takes possession of the land
Made wetlands
There are plenty of fish
Meet your protein needs

Clouds are playing in the sky
The dark and the shadows are dissolved in water
You drink
To quench thirst

Yet you have an existence
With a Continuous form
He who cast the shadow on the ground
Where love and hope locked in a home
Binds within a loop with Only a God

Words which are uttered
Of course diluted within air
Has written in the book of divine
Many do not understand while they read

See a beautiful garden
They are more steadfast
And that Red Rose is for yours
I have seen a lot of values to be gloomy
Then they lost

I have seen so far
Wandering Star to Star
Again in the Fog, tried to recognize
She lost!

Ah! How come all!
Alas! How Everything lost in the time
From Empty
Or Nothing
As if an Existence of Non-Existence!  

When Silence come down
Dark touches the death role
Nothing Exist without the Spiritual Soul
From Lost to Found
Everything Answering Nothing!

But where is the balance
You will get back everything
One day!
......

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..
When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

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@Musfiq us shaleheen

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While the dawn flashed
Even rest of the friends went away
Exhausted cigarettes were on the Ash Tray
Evidence of the lost existence of

None didn't recall her, her words
But everyone moved with his head
Morning to evening, random
Not remembering, wandering  

How many people came
within too many ways
Again went through,
anywhere
Once I saw
even they didn't come back
anymore

At the late afternoon
in the window of my gray days  
I remember some faces
Mystic flowers remained
prostrate in the dust of
meandering ways

Came back
and picked up her
Loved, love
Far away on the other end,
rose up schematically
with the seventh
tunes of the guitar  

None didn't recall, her words
within the crowd
of a thousand faces,
In the counter path
of the clock
again I heard the song

The old song replaced
by the new,
morning shines
with the new sun
I hear the sounds of cry
of a new baby
Fungus has seen on the tape
of the old cassette

You are captive
within a dust covered album
My friend,
The lost spring,
The richness of our love,
As if I have left thousands of dreams  

Intangible time passing gently
with the tic tic of the timepiece
As if I have passed on the fastest train
Recognized the great known,
unknown wilderness

I woke up,
Saw
On the one hand,
your faded picture
The other hand,
holding hands of
The New Stranger of time
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@Musfiq us shaleheen