....
One day you came
Had opened the door
South wind Silently
Whispering the words of love
Flushed Flame Flowers in the Forest

Thus, One day you went away
The door was Still open
Felt a bone chilling wind
The long lonely silent night shut
Underneath a thick blanket of fog

One day you came again
White strokes flew
In the random fragmented
White clouds of bored sky

Lost melody of Song played on guitar
Mystic incense shadow of Autumn
Stirring with dream
On the evening horizon

But this time you have gone for forever
Heavy Clouds Come in the sky
A Heavy downpour
Two Sides of the river grows with flooding
Heart sweeping away with tears
......
@Musfiq us shaleheen

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
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
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..

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

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

@Musfiq us shaleheen

She had no pen at all
I borrowed her a black pen
And she wrote a poem of pain

@Musfiq us Shaleheen

....
Your soft strokes of brush
As if touches my dreamy springtime
Peaks love from the old trash
Where the endless fairy of rhyme
As I read this poem
So many times
It doesn't mean that
I have forgotten repeatedly
Just I have felt in too many ways
Yet a few lines of poem
Grows a new meaning of love
And emitting the dreaming rays
Even when I am passing through
The very pale days
...

..
never say that
you love them or
not
because they will realize through
heart
..

@Musfiq us shaleheen

Essence and colors of twilight
ceased my heart,
yet, still I have looped
on your thinking, my darling

Snowflakes have covered the trees
underneath cold wind blows from north
my spirit become low,
what a teach of the nature!

Darkest horizon what it has meant,
that threats my nights and days-
stars have blended, apart from hopes
clouds are whirling on drifted edge,

Dreams have broken,
run with autumnal cloud
I can rather want to you,
my darling

As alluring attention that dies,
with illusion and hallucination

The last, ever and forever,
my confession

I will die with a claim
of romantic torment,
‘O' darling and you will face,
the rude reality at the end -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

It’s a cross road
I can rather avoid both ways
may be,
my love can choice one of those

This is a station
the last train will come soon
may be,
my love can ride into it

This is that beautiful park
where we met together
may be,
my love can come here anytime

This is an open horizon
where everybody can wander
may be,
my love can stir around it

This is a nice dream
where we can paint a picture
rather I can stop viewing it
cause my love can shift into my soul

This is an evergreen love song
that can love thee
rather I can put some cotton into my ear
cause my love can move into my blood

This is an empty heart
where we can write love
may be,
my love can write an ode within it

Can you say me Sir?
How can I run away from love?

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

///

Somber wind flows through a slow September evening
It comes as the drifted clouds on the poet's old window
Where there is a sigh on a little sky is being
It has grown melancholic ashes in the twilight shadow

Where wind is not too fast
As if it's free from fine dust, but melts with a little gust
Again, it's whispering the dreamy last sweet summer
And at the late evening wind  has blown through the murmur

One day the liquid words were coming from the heart
And its glitter's glee gifted the poet a poetic art
Where it grew the purple plants on the land too dart,
Then it bloomed too many dreams of bud

When the compact words are trying to sing
as the jingling on the poet's dry lips  
Where the poet is writing an ode that has a pair of wing
but metaphors have metamorphosed as the crystal chips

Creating too many bubbles of pain
Those are floating on the flow of the stream
The poetic rhythm is twisting with the September rain
and on the air that has turned to be a rapid steam
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Which moon you have taken?
Crescent, half, full moon
or the dark one -

I think,
Crescent is the hope
As it tries to move you -

A half moon,
As if you are in half a way,
You should be pushed to drive rest -

The full moon,
As if the first love is dancing in the moon
And you are kissing

And the dark one,
You are drinking alone the beauty
When your love is whispering -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

..
I love thee
because they love me
but without she
there is nothing to be
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Nothing is Silent!
Even if there is a Silence
at least saying, I'm alone
Or exposing the beauty,
as you say in a romantic poem
~~

~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Then it became a blue afternoon
while came to evening
They were the realities of her farewell
Glowed in the dark blue,
what an abstract shadow cast!
Floating Autumn Clouds,
away the red hibiscus grew gray
heard a vague weird tune

Then one morning
Along with a purple flower
red hibiscus saw inset
and the dark chorus of a clay oven
covered her face
away in the loft several gourd hanging
walking,
walking down the way
at the end,
stood beneath a banyan tree

Doors opened in the silence
southern wind followed
to move in the room
randomized the bed cover,
poetry books,
morning news paper
while closed the door
opened the northern windows

The tireless long night
while I left the room,
wandering as the lonely clouds
went through the garden
where the sky came down
wanted to say life
walked on foot
A long sleepless night
saw the stars fairs
heard a vague weird tune

At that April's night,
Caught the sight of
dry dropping leaves
The smell of gardenia
to bring me the new ideas
of poetry
touched the sky
wandering on a raft of clouds
filled with
see you decided to

Then it all went down together
in the dark with blue
anyhow a golden sun bought
a yellow day
and all the red flamboyant trees
singing
while standing beside
the two sides of the road
with the wind in breath,
my dying

And instead of go with them
mingled the ways of life is changed
when the ways rolled along a curve
One January morning's mist
coming off the sun on the dew
I liked to walk barefoot
in the soft sun
with a woolen blanket covering

At noon,
the river flowing
with streaming sound
took flock a small Sampan
toward upstream
uprising mind grew cool
with stream
Today is just going to get lost
beyond the horizon
Feel to see back,
Slowly known nature
grew small with time,
after some times
shadows mingled
with a dark space

While came the night
Footprints remain in the dust
of shadows
after millions of years
to become fossils
In the mind and
In the deep heart of
the Milky Way

Her fade face is still
to come and go
Over time,
in terms of conservation
of energy
Again when I opened the window
At a long sleepless night
Saw the stars fairs
Heard a vague weird tune
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

*Rain has its own song,
When ping on the leaves or lakes
It sings as if I am alone,
When a heavy monsoon has blown
Sometimes it seems like a deep sad song
When it melts with southern cloud pang
And the little bits of your blues,
Its melody divine -
And flows through my blue spine -
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen