You're this one whole world,
created by my poetic imagination.
An ode to love,
A sound so sweet.
You're a delicate soul,
a sunset to all.
They said angels boast ethereal vigor ,
and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
You are one of these many seed,
you grow within my heart.
You bloom like a wildflower,
in a field of ethereal road.
And for once,
I will not pick this wildflower,
as I want it to bloom in my heart forever.

“What is your favourite drink?”
The world is falling apart

“Picture a mango tree for me”
Cascading cascading…

“Let’s swing in that old tyre swing”
Sure!

"Can it get any harder than it already is? Life?”
Slumber with me

“You hardly say anything. Do you want me to get you a drink?”
But isn't it too dark?

"What is your favourite drink?”

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Behind the depression of discarded Love,
The land that was once again called rain,
When the ethereal whispered
The day turned again,
Thousands of purple flowers play on that land
With all-colours of butterflies,
Insight eyes grow,
The eyes stop
Dreams run parallel to the path,
A spring of strangely unexplored wind in the afternoon
Seeing the strange behaviour of Fong
Somehow alone you walk through the lane on the shore of the river

Certainly, the melody comes out,
Cradling with the known and the unknown
Want to get back to one turn,
Light and shadow in the game,
The pages are painted in colour,
Again, in the midst of different forms,
In search of her shape,
Towards the illusions of the dream,
In the songs of flowers and leaves,
In one of the magical forms of poem

Where to get lost, no one can stop the dam,
If lost, all is returned,
Then if anyone in the dream calls
And if you wake up
In the dark of the darkness, it is easy to forget yourself
Feeling faded to swell,
Comes out of the poem of great form,
Where the beauty of love is inaccessible
And poetry covers the wide-ranging sky,
An endless loving-laden night,
Whose unimaginable unknowingly unmarked path
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
5th April,2018

Ethereal, barefoot in the snow
Letting the stinging fade into the glistening solitude
And flow with the wind
Nothing is real in this crystalline realm
Here I am beautiful
Here I belong
Where I will surely fade away
Finally letting go, hand outstretched towards the moon
Letting the cold numb the pain that never heals
And floating away
Finally leaving this body, this torturous place
Breaths slowing until they no longer disturb the still air
Peace, at last
I stepped out into the white abyss and let it consume me
Letting the flurries carry me somewhere I cannot hurt anyone
And with my final breath, a sigh of relief
Finally
Nothingness

We’re only flesh and bone
So why do you feel like an ethereal creature made of my favorite things molded into one?

There it stands, arachnid shadows creeping down, its veins flow hidden, causing the grass to breathe.

A distant storm closes in,
it swallows the horizon, accentuating my trivialty .
I rest in solitude.

I make my way up the hill.
I can see the wind through the things that it moves, its power still dormant, demanding my respect.

As i get closer i can sense a force above me,
A blue marble spins and glistens in orange light,
i try desperately not to fall off.

Its almost too much to bare as i stretch out my hands.
In that instant i realise my eyes have been closed.

I hesitate to open them,
The vast atmosphere is now an ambience moaning low.
A deep chant reverberates inside.

I can feel Herculean walls towering to an ornate roof, and statues of gold staring into me, piercing my skin.

Never blinking, never averting their gaze, i have to see.

The hairs on my neck stand up and I ****** my eyes wide.

A cold breeze drifts in from my garden as rain drips off the tin roof.
I get up from my chair wiping my tired eyes.

I look out at the old tree from years past, but i see it for the first time.