Upon the heat of the day
When Sol high above our heads towered,

Raindrops fell cool on panting flowers.
You took my hand and led me where

You picked damp flowers
And then placed them in my hair.

With drops that fell and touched my lips
Mouth was drawn to mouth in tender kiss.

The drops each sizzled in heated bliss
To satiated this withering flower.

With this bedewing came a glistening spill,
In the heating of the day

As Sol above us towered,
And renewed this panting flower.

Lounging upon the grassy knoll
Mindful, restful, enlightened soul
Clouds dividing, break apart
Sky’s a canvas, alluring art

Sun’s shining, departing gloom
Rising warmth, flowers in bloom
Lustrous light, glistening dew
Silky grass, sky steel blue

Lush fields of tranquility
Subject to vulnerability
Pad and pencil writing prose
Lying comfortably in beloved repose

I worry not.
For I cannot see.
I have lost all that is sought.
And let all that is, be.
It is serene.
But not rightly so.
My mind has gone lean,
with little emotions lightly sewn.
Death is nothing.
And will always be true.
And as frequent.
As the morning dew.
Apprehension and guilt are not present.
Life itself is iridescent.
In the abyss we were born.
And into it we shall return.

The mystery of life
can't be forgotten by you
You belong to love but hundreds of kisses
belonging to you
Every direction you choose
to walk on
is filled with empty spaces
of your life
lead you to nowhere
but to invincible nights
which, you find, are
full of exchangeable true–lies
Lies? Yet, you ain't know..
what you're going through
but winning edge of your love
takes you to underneath the sky, blue
If you blow your love
to life,
your life brings you
true-love with cloudy snow
Love's already done!
Don't make it “to—do”
You ain't know what a heart's 'bout
but the heart's aware of your every new
move you take to put
the life on hue
Like an evening is mad at dusk,
you too seem crazy 'bout the shades of dew
And... with the end of the night
The mystery of life
gets forgotten by you
Every new day looks shorter than before
cause, the love's too wandering with... in you.

*Do you know the meaning of smile sir?
Why does sometimes dew seem as pearl?

As I invented the meaning of
a single smile of yours

It grew love
I became love sick
and you turned the poetry
of the beloved poet

The peacock was dancing
and the rain was raining
over thirsty barren field
born my son of the sun

My first sunflower of ode
Bloomed in the fairyland
rest ninety nine smiles are
Awaiting to open their petals

Ah, my love, ah my spring-
Still, you are untouched
as the sky in mystery of my mind

Now, I turn to discover the daily life
like the Columbus
in too many ways
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen