" the crimson rose turns ashen with out a beating heart to replenish the scars from the thorns "

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If I go through the darkness
I see, all around the darkness
but I have a third eye
where there I can see your light

you are the light
that enlighten me
where there I find my way

If I go through the wrong
I see, all around the wrong
but if I hear through my another third ear
where there I can catch your voice

I find your words
that brings my words
where there I make my poetry

If I go through thee known song
I feel, I can't go through the whole song
but if I feel through my third sense
where there I am very curious to seek your song

I try to sing your song
that makes my melody
where there I can make my song again

If I go through thee mind
I feel, I lose my interest rapidly
but if I feel through my third vision
where there I feel the spirituality  

I try to understand your mind
that brings shine on my mind
where there I can make my soul again

If I go through thee road
I feel, I can't grow my motion
but if I think through my sixth sense
where there I move to your road again

I try to go through your road
that makes my speed again
where there I will make my love again
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

I just want to cry.
I want to fly,
away from here.
Nothing is going right.
I want you.
I need you.
Who are you?
Where are you?
Come to me.
Comfort me.
Run to me.
Nothing is going right.

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A rough ramp,
too many edged stones on the surface
she is walking on the ramp with booted a high pencil heel
we see her speed, her fashion
we say that it's her smartest move
even her body language shows the beauty
but it's true that one of us sitting there doesn't care her at all

The flowers are on the fire,
blooming throughout the garden
too many colors, coloring the spring
so much aroma appealing around
either the bees are buzzing or not
growing itself through the nature
either we are caring those or not

Birds are flying around the sky
they are highly ambitious
sometimes they fly over the dark clouds
yet they are unclogging their feathers throughout the sky
until the clouds are breaking into the water
showing that they don't care about the height of the heaven
even you see their stunning diving or not

When it's an amazing raining
maybe you are walking toward the horizon
who is shining sharply within the rainbow?
the little boy is enjoying through the window!
its a playful beauty beyond
It doesn't care about thee
either we are looking, caring or not

Boys are barefooted,
walking on the broken glasses,
bleeding blood on the floor
making spot on the spaces
they are running within the daydreams
now they don't care about anything
****! we never wish to care them at all  

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Musfiq us shaleheen

maybe i fell  in  love  with the
way  you  would  look  at  me
and look away when i caught
you staring or maybe i fell  in
love  with  your   smile  when
you felt brave enough to keep
your gaze and maybe i fell  in
love   with   your  demanding
personality and your reckless
ability to abandon everything
or  maybe  i  fell  in  love with
your     dreams,     fears     and
twisted    thoughts   and   you
only   fell   in   love   with  my
s      u      r        f       a      c      e

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You are wandering in an endless loop
not yet escaped, though there is a centrifugal force
your heart has grown solid and blood crystalline
the known earth is becoming rearrange,
who loved whom and where everybody has gone!

The little gray spot has grown black
devouring the heart and stone!
a foot print exists on a black shale,
what has it meant that you count or not!
the soul is whispering in the life and rock

But the attraction of gravity is growing
and who has made this life and love?
how the river flows toward the sea!
and how your face has grown shrink that I see!
how the days sleep within the nights!

The loop is too tight to break
the season changes over and being
the red roses, the red roses have grown wither
your summer is now my winter,
though both we have seen that the dry leaves have flown away
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I love the sea fiercely, as I love the sand and mangoes,
I love you fiercely, as many a poem of mine shows,
You wove the two together, and I do not know whether,
They shall ever, be separate again.
Frustration wells within,
As my thoughts begin,
To turn towards the fact that you won’t ever love me,
I can’t bear it for long, and push you aside,
I won’t be depressed, or succumb to the tide,
Frustration again! I can’t have it my way,
That the first boy I’d fall for, would be mine to stay

I lost your trust
You lost mine
The distance was much
Our love couldn't fly

Broken promises
Broken hearts
We told lies
We said byes

I miss your touch
Do you miss mine?
The touch of your lips
When it meets mine