So many ways I think thee
my thousand stir of dreams have broken
as the drifted clouds
as the ripples of ocean
petals of the roses have grown wither
my moon's eyes have covered with shadow
sometimes her pale black mystic
face has made an illusion,
as the chaos has risen within the bean
I have alienated through time,
isolated from you,
my love,
It has grown again as stratified
rock beneath the ocean
layer by layer in course of time
where the footprint
of ripples marked as the sign of life
It has metamorphosed
and seemed compact
with a few traces of tears,
on the dark stone
where till it's a little bit alive -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen