~~
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

Thinking u can just mop
Up ur mess
U spilled on me
With ur awful mean words
U not my mop
So don't try
Cleaning it up
Ur a *****
Cleaner ...

On a shore where the waves embrace the sand
Lies the hug land.
“No words, please, we only hug and kiss”
is all you will find,
speaking there is only with mind!
They were not late
To know words only complicate,
Make a mess
Of what the heart says.
Rotten clichéd stale
They more often fail
To make the desired sense,
More potent is silence.
Lover, sister, brother
Each hugs the other
In this faraway retreat,
They hug anyone they meet.

this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you

Friends come and go, but
In the most violent of storms,
Blood ties are life lines.

Hair gray, glistening with wisdom.
Wrinkles carved by life’s ordeals.
Eyes blinded by decades of vigilance.
Ears failing from listening to our distress.
Hands shaking, frail from lifting spirits.
Legs aching for always leading the way.
Throat sore from hours of discourse.
Back curved, encumbered by our worries.
Heart swollen with unconditional love

Dress that can feed a village
For a hundred years.
Pompous talk, cocktail cheers.  
You wish she’d choke
On her caviar.
Your very best, always subpar.
Palace to house a single soul,
When you’re scrounging for
Coins to live off the dole.
You cringe at the sight
Of other’s success,
Secretly yearning for their distress.
Why, oh why, should I settle for less?
Their life’s a luxury, and mine’s a mess,
Even with all my sins confessed!
Envy corrodes the purest mind.
Cataracts, leaves you blind
To the riches you yourself possess --
Family, love, and health in excess.
And all along you never knew
That those you envy, envy you.

There was a girl
quite beautiful
who drowned herself
drinking they say
without blinking
like an infant suffocating
while sleeping without care
out where a lifebuoy
floats like a soggy rose
marking the spot
they last heard her
singing while sinking.

Blue as the geography
of footprints across the dunes
quiet as the white music
of a silent moon
like the wind blowing
the soul off the water
the shadows go out
and are lost in the evening
I conclude the hypothesis
of sundown making no sound
while night climbs the vines
where lowing sadness abides
the ritual of tides pulls me under.