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Jul 2022 · 2.0k
The Pyramid Inside Out
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2022
Maybe some years gone by
raising the pyramid golden high.
The inbuilt deep sea of science and arts
in the making run in timeless time.
So why ponder spilling the beans
in one fine moment down the open sky?
Jul 2022 · 1.4k
Why Poems?
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2022
Chart in rhymes
isn't all a poem is about.
Embrace words of art
mirrors of hearts!
Jun 2022 · 3.6k
Rose in a Dew
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Rose in a dew
I thought I caught
a glimpse of you.

Zooming in
I thought I can
get closer.
Only to eye on
upon a river
amid myriad
over looking stars.

A drop spans out
to be a sea
neither did it tarry.
I thought I would
give up that big
is not for me.

But yet a scene
never washed away
is intact unblurred
beneath the million
waves of the sea.
I thought the moon
will give up!
It can never touch
but always returns
over the sea
can't forget a scene.
So is me
once that
I chanced to see.
Jun 2022 · 516
Love is a Pain
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Love is a pain!
End of the day
found the cure
that too was love!
Jun 2022 · 2.0k
Between The Two
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Between the two
is an eye
and the blue sky.

Still an unspoiled world
the butterfly
wings away.

The moonlit
starry sky
scrolls down the other eye!
Jun 2022 · 2.5k
If Only
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
If only it was
like a hair of you,
like a glimpse of you
in your mirror!
Like the all round one
perfect sway
nets the ultimate decimal of pi!
Jun 2022 · 2.1k
Heart
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Eye on the mirror.
See the heart,
the treasured treasure?

Can't spill the beans
is more than
science or art!
Jun 2022 · 1.9k
The Secret Code
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Da Vinci code or more
mystique than that
cracking the secret  
only one that popped up
lost the tongue!
Jun 2022 · 1.9k
Room For An Eye
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Rive! Split apart,
up and down
circle both ways.
Let the pearl be
down the sea
and the star
up on the high
find the sky.
Not a perfect circle
yet to scoop the last
decimal of Pi
it's fine.
Let a loophole be
only for an eye!
Jun 2022 · 812
Mirror
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Mirror, mirror
seen my eyes
see my heart!
Jun 2022 · 3.2k
Drawing Down The Black Moon
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
Fancy punting
  only on the waxing
     moon slice?

The sun eyes on
   picks the paintbrush
     on the dark side.

There is always
   one more star
      fancies a black mole
         in the low light!

No wonder the rushing sun
    for unseen heaven
        leaves the broad daylight
           always dips in the twilight!
Jun 2022 · 1.4k
A Raindrop On A Flower
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
True, the sugar tops
sweeten everyone's mouth.
Hold onto the salt though
let's not lose out.

Pinches of sea salt
    dancing smash hit
deep down the sea floor
   ace extracting ice cores,
boom, the clouds form high,
show the upside is sky!
    
Jubilant cumulus pop
only crystal clear vibes 
let the wind see through
that sings the rhymes.

Oops, it's not always a blue sky
wispy white clouds turn dark.
The storm soars the larks fly low
busy men down the trees
seek refugee for a mo.

Sticking my head under a roof
pondering me find a room.
Is this 'smash hit high sail
of the clouds rising from deep core,
all is gone in a blink of a storm'.

Not far in the sky
nor deep down the sea.
I see a raindrop on a shining
flower before me.
Something more to tell
very closely!
I was reading Seamus Heaney's The Death of a Naturalist poem lately. Few daws later I wrote this poem.
May 2022 · 1.8k
Gone For The Better
Shofi Ahmed May 2022
Quality is dear
Heaven is not cheap
Neither is the earth
To be anyone’s for good
Then before losing
One’s hand or foot
Seize the opportunity
Get in gear
Leave good for the better.

Like the first light:
The power candle
Sunrise on the golden high
May fall for for the rose
At first sight
As if the veiled night
Popped rosy on its black mole
But always before long
Back to the night the sun is gone.
Apr 2022 · 197
Uncharted Water
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2022
The earth on the go
leaves a dew
on a so polished petals
as if that's never
been touched before.
If the dew rolls down
the sea dance in billows.

The moon too ambles down
but only to tread on the edge.
No star ever saw
it touched the lofty sea on the go!

Kings and emperors
wanted just a sip once for all.
Albeit not even Alexander the Great
could hand on a nectar is yet to pop
an uncharted water drop.

The sun first thing in the morning
tends to align towards it.
The nightingales hops on the rose
a new day breakouts in rays of gold.

When the arts of the day is done
'it's not' still a black canvas remains
on the pick of the twilight
the Moon gives the first pose
to the countless stars!

And that punters cloud somewhere
above the earth and down the sky
pours down singing
the deep song of the sea day and night.

Yet an uncharted but ever on
stands on tangent water drop
neither withers in the rays of sun  
nor due to the gravity pulls down!
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2022
The evening star
at the sunset of Ramadan.
Mistake it not for a stellar
maybe an embroidery fell down
from the broidery in paradise!
What crosses in your mind, dear
fondly you look back
at this nick of time?

The twilight ambles down
with moonflowers on the hands
is about to wrap up
one more blessed day of Ramadan.
What have you come up with then
for the fasting person on your hand?
What a broad array
you stole the last show of the day!

Singing nightingales keeps musing
deeps down the rose in low light.
The first light shines out
amidst the dawn chorus.
What does it miss out
the nightingales disappears
in broad daylight.

Have you too leave the scene
with the rose dews
only to pour it off the honeyed petals
into the fasting person's glass?    
So cool it tastes a sip of water
at the Iftar!
Apr 2022 · 184
Target
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2022
Target is clear
be something
when the time is up!
Mar 2022 · 2.5k
Love Tringle of the Rose
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
The rose is at the tip of the fingers
the thorn is down the abyss what now
is a golden sun in a dew
hanging on its petal balmy hue!

The nightingale did jump on it  
first thing in the morn
but one seems to know the rose
since the dawning of the dawn!
Mar 2022 · 806
Where The Sun Returns
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
I will be back
where the sun returns.
Goodness knows
shunning how many stars
it comes on the way.
For me just meeting you is fine.
Mar 2022 · 3.9k
Following A Hiss Of The Moon
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
A hiss of the moon tucking
into just a pair of lock
let alone in pavilion-tresses
on the back of one's eternal silence.
Giving autumn shadows
to seven skies' azure.
What now the stars are gone
followed in their countless galore!

Eyes of the buds ope
dreaming nightingale
hops up to the morning rose  
singing in what a balmy fold.
Mar 2022 · 2.5k
Your Eyes
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
Wish I have that
raised brow.
Let alone eying
the moon on the highs
but up to your eyes.

Neither do you
let me down.
You touch down the abyss
seal the bottom of the sea
before my teardrop falls down!
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
“Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead,

Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow,

‘Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself,

In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,

I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh,

It was my abode and my garment for a time.

I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,

Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,

I am a pearl, which has left it’s shell deserted,

I am a bird, and this body was my cage,

Whence I have now flown forth and it is left as a token,

Praise to God, who hath now set me free,

And prepared for me my place in the highest of the Heavens,

Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.

Now I live in truth, with the grave – clothes discarded.

Today I hold converse with the Saints above,

With no veil between, I see God face to face.

I look upon “Loh-i-Mahfuz” and there in I read,

Whatever was and is, and all that is to be.

Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,

Cast away the talisman, it is a token no more,

Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.

Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,

I have passed on my way and you are left behind,

Your place of abode was no dwelling place for me.

Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,

A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,

While in this world, here we are granted sleep,

Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged

Be not frightened when death draweth nigh,

It is but the departure for this blessed home,

Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,

Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.

What I am now, even so shall you be,

For I know that you are even as I am,

The souls of all men come forth from God,

The bodies of all are compounded alike,

Good and evil, alike it was ours.

I give you now a message of good cheer

May God’s peace and joy forever more be yours.”
Mar 2022 · 3.1k
Independent Bangladesh
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
Laced with ribbons of moonlight
Bangladesh a touched dream at first light.
Land of my father, my mother
sweeter than nectar.
Purer than the driven snow
brighter than raw gold.
Gazing stars’ bumped up bottom
down the untouched moon.

Men and the six seasons
living in one loving fold
our one fertile sweet home!
O Allah rank our martyrs our heroes
up high in paradise in bloom
brought Bangladesh freedom abloom!

Punters cumulus clouds fly
eyes on the sky blue  
on a spur hanging low tune into wild coo.
Picture independent Bangladesh
step in on the morning rug
rolls out outside the sun
walk through, the moon is inside!
Bask in, take your time
when the twilight adds a shadow
the beauty spot on your broad daylight
escape to more serendipitous discovery.
Eye on the stars or tuberoses on the ground
our free land is inspiring, beautiful even in the dark.

Laughs free from a tulip glass  
across the land, air and the water
upon the reed flute stirred river
flowing downstream to the hilt
from a deep-delved foundation out of reach
her raised high flag flies
over the pivotal banyan trees.

Every flap of our ‘the sun in the green’ shaped flag,
the light of heaven on the evergreen earth!
Ah, sways in the chalice of every flower
on the land cheers beyond the warm South
whispers to our hearts and makes us feel proud.
Feb 2022 · 2.5k
Deep Walking Earth
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2022
The fairies of colour
lovely might give you
the whole ball of wax.
With the algorithm on your side
but how long can one hold the water  
walking on a deep spinning earth?
Forever closing in never a perfect circle
there is a fine gap an unseen other side
maybe until the moon if ever
reaches out to the deep walking earth  
the pi creeps in the sun follows by!
Feb 2022 · 2.4k
Deep Talk
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2022
Every now and then
dip in the water
and every mo
breath to live.

Man comes and goes
it’s a bottomless sea
and the air is still deep
Feb 2022 · 1.8k
Before My Eyes
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2022
A thought of you crosses my mind
never knew it would treat
my midday blues that wild.
Banished it in a blink of an eye
in less than a swift mo
the rose sway at the first light.

The day was long though
but gone before the rainbow
touches the butterfly.

Scurried to the night
back into the half veiled Niqab.
The waxing moon is on the open half
down the far-fetched sun's half eye.

When will you come by
before my eyes?
Feb 2022 · 2.6k
Deep Runner Silent Pi
Shofi Ahmed Feb 2022
The moon sways
down the sun’s half eye
for it every mo
is the elephant is in the room
before the sun zooms out  
deep down from the pi.

Magic is uncracked within
that first light breaks out
dawns in the eternal night
is a shiny tear in the speechless
witness’ open eye,
on the tight lips, deep runner silent pi!

Men on the painstakingly polished circle
may have hewn out riveted eyes.
Up more is set free deep down the pi,
bottom in anew, in open paradise!
Jan 2022 · 1.1k
Fortunate Black Night
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2022
Kohl black night
forehead is so full.
Countless myriad
stars eye on every angle.
Who knows how many more
look for one more black nook?
Jan 2022 · 1.1k
Happy New Year 2022
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2022
Happy New Year to all,
Gluten free, sugar free
perhaps preservatives free goods
We like to be thick in stocks.

O God let it be all in all
a Covid free 2022 store.
Happy New Year to all.
Dec 2021 · 179
Half Earth Half Sky One Pi
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
One half is Earth
the other half is the sky.
The sun zooms  
into one half-hole,
rosy dew, serene cool.  
The sea breaks and pops
the other half is always full.

Night falls in a blink of the Moon
the sunrise paints and unfolds
over the first glimpse of the blue ocean
only to blackout at twilight soon.
Again resumes in the open circle
in the deepening depth of the pi.
Counting numerous decimal-stars
between the half Earth, half sky
the cut to short half way is still a far cry.

A precise half is true
is well counted half of the full.
The true value of the pi so
Someone is in the know!
sky earth half night moon sun sea pi blue star
Dec 2021 · 777
Dust or Gold Dust
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
Earth is gold dust
when not found.
But the found one
is only earth!
Dec 2021 · 1.4k
Goodness Good Heart
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
Heaven can descend
down to the dust
reaching out
to a good heart.
Even the hell burns
doesn't want
the evil inside.
Dec 2021 · 1.0k
Truth is Out
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
Truth prevails makes it clear
little eyes little does it care.
Dec 2021 · 1.1k
Reaching For The Stars
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
When I am over the moon
feels of a mo reaching for the stars.
The very moment I feel it the most
my toes are dipped in the dust.
Dec 2021 · 4.1k
Master Art In Silk Black
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
The day on a high
reaches the peak
over the pyramid.
Shrouded in twilight
now tucked in light
pushes the envelope.
The whole panache of stars
came out in the pitch dark.
The North Star is on the way
oh do me a favour
I will tell you why.

Veil the angle of dawn
in the black shades of the night.
There are dark caves
even inside the pyramid
scientists, trained eyes
yet to tread on that way.

Put on it only an instance of your kohl
the daylight is already a burnt mole.
Light in the wrap in the night
your muslin veiled silken moonlight
is enough to find the tuberose’s earth.

If the tucked away sun crops up
once again over the morning’s rose petals.
Again it will dive deep into the angle
after an angle in the black hole of the night.
A far cry from the glowing firefly
eyeing blindfolded behind the moon
perfectly beyond every looking star.
Until the master arts in silk black finds the true pencil
not in visualising but catching the views of the sunrise
through the lens of the rose pollens’ kohl-eyes.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
A human jumps over the other side of the wall
the pi was on the way, abyss of decimal ocean
kept expanding deep and wide but the formula
was handy on her hand she could nail it down.
Perfectly squares the circle, the ocean in a drop
and peeps up over the irrational chasm for good
scaling at the highest high Fathima moons!
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Deduces straw by straw the maestros' dream ascension
potion-polished taking Ma pauses in liminal crescendo
between past and future, here and hereafter, circle duo.
Limning out chiaroscuro in light and shadow
oh, nothing is like it in plain sight or the world in toto!

Raw Fathima moves on the shadow nature follows
clustering atoms ever spin in the space in between the two
impossible to fathom, couldn't do in Makkah and Medina,
remained untouched, uncharted while there she was living
in encrypted fashion wholly secured yet full functioning! 
The intelligent design, blueprint is in her elements
and the breakthrough exponent is in her eyes
she is the original can show the way.

Truly the only one feminine zoom passes the irrational pi,
the most complex chasm yet mathematically goldmine.
Beyond the mass eyes and their painting canvases
in the daylight that get lost though at the twilight but us
are victorious; since a human being bears the moonlight!

The night at the twilight may take the sun into its veil,
as a little mole into its star-vanishing fathomless trails.
The rainbows are already shaded into Fathima’s black hair
bolder than the dark matter that has the cosmos
glinting off it’s edge, the story goes on for the mass
‘Paint in bold black before the sunrise’ Fathima matters.
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
The first half light crescent sneaked out
catching a glimpse of you glinting  
exuberant on the pitch dark
edge of the other side of the pool
wrapped in pure kohl.
Time and again matching the vision
it waxes into the full moon.

Awake all night in the serene shadow
down the blinded silhouetted earth.
I can see out off its calm lock
a firefly flies out and maybe afar
but that view might not miss no star.
But does even the moon see the tuberose
blooms in dark earth deep down the kohl?
Nov 2021 · 666
Catch The Fire
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Couldn't catch it
in the broad daylight.
But got the flame
in the pitch dark night.
Nov 2021 · 3.0k
Sketch Down The Moon
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Drawing down the moon
eyes on deep down the ocean.
Perhaps no sketch on the up for a dwarf  
but deep down may be a mirror.
Nov 2021 · 880
Lover's Taj Mahal
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Live and die
Love and give
Lover's Taj Mahal
Is in a good heart!
Nov 2021 · 1.3k
Dead Hide
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Death is inevitable
but unknown in life.
Maybe the life
is never known
until knowing what's
in the dead hide!
Nov 2021 · 1.3k
Is Love Blind?
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Awake all night
but there was
not a single word
on either side.
Between me
and the spectators
a sky of stars!

Well what to say
is me fell for the Moon
being a dwarf.

If love is blind
then how
the fault is mine?

Don't know who can tell
why the Moon
won't touch the sea?
This bit I can tell
'To quell a burning
loving heart
a sea is not enough'!
Nov 2021 · 1.5k
Spring
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Wrap your spring
in the winter.
Only to unleash it
on the rose later.
Nov 2021 · 741
Love
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Love
say
Nothing.
Nov 2021 · 826
Came Like A River
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
Came like a river
and gone
like the flow
in the river!
Nov 2021 · 2.0k
Painting In The Dark
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2021
It's been for quite sometime
painting the shadows of black.
Far from the rose
glinting down the sun.
But now it seems I forgot that
the Moon blooms in pitch dark!
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2021
Not yet, she did not show up, didn't rhyme
playing her headline acts on the face of earth.
Donned in the body born on Earth a new soul
is the flesh and bone part of it or its Earth's own?
She didn't take it with a pinch of salt, came with her own.

Clustering 360 degrees around it Earth draws closer
Holy smoke, eyes are on the pristine mirror of herself!
The sun raises the candle in east to the west
but it won’t expose, a name is treasured in the chest!

Playing chiaroscuro beyond the rainbow’s end
the Earth with her painting in light and dark  
let alone connecting the dots it couldn't bag
her footprint even at her death.

A millennium and half passed masses still wish
finding her grave wasn't like painting the wind.  
Not a firefly nor a butterfly in Medina knows it where
yet a name generation after generation is a buzz!
Sayeedatun Nessa, the feminine Queen in Paradise,
Fathima shifted the feminine mystique from Earth
enwrapped back into heaven veiled and intact
the wonder is now paradise’s gold dust!
Oct 2021 · 683
Money Happy-Bird
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2021
When the want of money
disappears.
Nothing like the happy-bird
tempts to follow it up!
Aug 2021 · 1.4k
The Face of Earth
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2021
The face of Earth is for no one
King Solomon or the great
Alexander the believers.
Nor for disbeliever
Nebuchadnezzar.

Hell or Paradise neither
is on the face of Earth.
What lives is in the heart!
Aug 2021 · 1.6k
Zero Sugar Marshmallow
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2021
Oh, hear me,
the humming cloud
is raining down.
Am I about to get back
my ears?

My long missed Saqi
gone to fetch the sea.
I say come your one
signature drop is enough.
Keeps the cloud afloat and intact
above the sea high enough.
Down to a parched Earth then
pour down some raw stuff
some zero sugar marshmallow fluff.
Saqi is a metaphoric wine bearer.
Aug 2021 · 1.5k
Dream In The Mirror
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2021
I saw a dream
once upon a time.
Don’t know when
but often it seems
as old as time.

Until comes the interpreter
goodness knows
where that’s feet are.
No one was primping
but the meaning shows up
all in all is a mirror.

Oh, when did it all begin?
Now, looking at the mirror
often it makes me wonder,
is there a past or future,
besides an omnipresent like now
truly a full moon picture.
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