Queen

Oct 2014

ryn

Since you've been away
I've trailed the wake of the clouds
Just crumbling clay...
That lay in the shade that enshrouds
Depending on the ifs and mays.

   Wake up, my love...
Since you haven't been here
The sky did nothing but only sang
Ambient translations of mocks and jeers
As the green blades of earth bared their fangs
Mischievous songs that I've held dear.

     Wake up, my love...
Since you've been gone
I've realised that I'm not moving
And you too, haven't moved since last dawn
A reality all too disheartening
Bits of me all cut up and sawn.

         Wake up my love...
Since you've been missing
I am never whole, and never will
A lifetime of endless chasing
Bottomless jar without a seal
Void clustered emptiness in need of filling.

          Wake up, my love...
Since you've been absent
I could only hope for this lungful
To lead me to subsequent
Ones that taste like bitter pills encapsuled.
Mind full of drugs running rampant.

               Wake up, my love...
Since you wouldn't have known
What these days are like...
Time induced tumours have grown
The hours impale with temporal spikes...
Inseminating malignant thoughts soon to be sown.

                  Wake up, my love...
Since you've been away
I'm a player hoping for a fair game
Nonetheless still crumbling clay...
That lay in the dark just the same
Choking on the what ifs and what mays.

Wake up....Me...

#wakeup #whaaaaat

Queen Oct 2014

unfold me

Unfold me...
I beg you to unfold these layers that lay within me,
removing every layer one by one,
to find a surprise,
meaning,
just so you have no reason to leave me.
This is sadly the fear you've instilled in me,
the need,
using my insecurities to make you feel guilty,
just so you can stay one night,
one more morning,
to unfold me one more time,
and find something new in me for you to love me,
to need me more than you need someone else.

Oct 2014

Musfiq us shaleheen

too tough

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It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

too tough as being a real man or a poet and this the reality

#heartbreak #poem #poet #life #time #real #grow #tough #parent #sociology

Oct 2014

Musfiq us shaleheen

If I may not be wrong

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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

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@Musfiq us shaleheen

If I may not be wrong: A Love Poem that brings the dreams again

#love #heartbreak #dream #life #hope #spring #autumn #moving

Queen Oct 2014

guitar

one day as I was making my way to work,
I saw a little boy,
his eyes so blue,
yet you could see the sadness in them.
it made me want to cry.
and then he pulled out his mahogany guitar,
and played a melody so beautifully well.
he sang a song of how he once fell in love,
with a beautiful girl who died right before his eyes.

Oct 2014

Ember Evanescent

You know me

You know me well
My name, my sense of humor (or rather lack of it)
you know my stories,
you know my smile
you knew my favorite book
my favorite color
and you were my favorite best friend
...until you weren't.
And now, you act as if
you don't know me at all...

Repost if you drifted apart from a best friend and you couldn't understand why
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Repost if you drifted apart from a best friend and you couldn't understand why
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work!

#lost #bestfriends #knowme