~~
What's coming out from inside
At first I could not understand
Sometimes some words make a pain
Even can make a lot of meaning
Sometimes in vain,
To say that, alone, alone

Then if I aligns those random words
On a white paper
As the Jigsaw,
And if I try to rearrange
It makes a little senses

Sometimes life is like a river flowing to the,
Sings the music of nature
Where Sparrow and Starlings play day and night,
Build their home
Make their family

They feel romance,
Inspired everybody to be romantic
Or Maybe say about the lost Spring
Even can say about the mystic origin of creation

Not just happen
Of Course  there any link between
Gravity of time, its responsibility
Not someone anyone to take

Any love,
Distinct memory,
A few questions
Sometimes those answers matching
Or Sometimes do not match

When the time comes to go back
To its own courtyard
Mystic mesh masks
The seasonal variations

You and me
Our Childhood
Nexus
Love
Everything is slowly faded from
The memory pages
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

that night
was

a place
adjacent

a shrine

thrummed totem rising
OOOoohhhmm-ing busting sifting
the hard
the oh-so *******
-hard-
mineral
that sits proud beneath my breast
always taking
deflecting

now
taken in
felt

carbon lattice wilt
this will pass

i've been

cared
for

her touch
friend love soul tall all pure
orbit of Oneness arcs above us

my chest

outside my self
reaching out of me
out of my grasp
wanting to be
more toward
the Other

my feat
inside the floor
where the beat is found

the hardness slips

for the first time
i wished to be human
and was

sliver in the diamond
shook loose
the sting of ME
wanting
transgressing
now outside me
the ugly is mine to hold
to observe

it killed me

i died last night
and
from that baseline goop
rose toes first
white-hot light dripping
from starburned furnace melt

the very beginning
    of the Big Bang,
did someone wise realize,
          he created, eventually,
achingly soft feminine
            firm voluptuous,
pendants miraculous,

          ultimate fun.
beauty  formed in a burst of
           magnificence.

Seriously, genius,
        the naked female born in an
explosion billions of years ago.

Unending wise, or
        coincidence, not ever,
I cup them, in reverence.