"musfiq" poems
Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic
She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
...
While
Warm water as the geyser
Gives the skin a new taste
After the sudden rain
The sun peeped behind the clouds
As if a fire peaks in the red flamboyant forest
Then purple flowers of Jarul's
Silently washing the suffering of long pain
Worship to God with drunk
Late afternoon in front of the house of crow
Cuckoo calls repeatedly,
Wings fluttering,
Not unnecessarily
She searches her left offspring
Alongside a small river (Kumar) flows
Small dazzling waves,
With a Cold gentle breeze
Flows over my sweet sweat
Ah! Another form of Heaven
Seduced far away from the darkness
Furious within a dream,
I bathe
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
~~
*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle
After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
*~~
When so much light around
but you say the dark
I could not understand
my top layer
When I was in the womb
Then, and not
But there was light
Then when I saw your universe that you have made
everything was there
My playing companions
The Sun
The Moon
My beloved,
And that delighted
Night's north star was
on her forehead
Where all of my senses have
grown up
Then at one sudden night of the new moon
I saw a thick overlay on the sky,
between you and me
The North Star has disappeared
I think that you were true
In the dark I find my known world
One by one,
Trying out through the thick layer
It seems to cover the end
As light yellow yolk
See a light-colored tint
which awakens my sixth sense again
A shadowy obsession
Which has yet to create an illusion
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen*
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
~
~
I am moving with the stream
not worrying about the destiny even where they are going
or what they think
~
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
/
One day,
With the absence of my mind
Ran to the river
What might cause for getting the creeps
I called out to her tune,
Would draw the magnitude
Which made,
A stream of love
Reserved my chest with a colorful sailboat
I was moving
Along the unknown way with playing flute
Then came one of the exotic path
The distant villages,
Then along the earthy way
The meantime
When I became tired,
Have to rest
In the shade of green
Dropped the melody of birds
Plucked the flowers,
Hoped the song with flute
Then suddenly
I came to your home yard
You heard my mystic songs
And to be loved,
Beloved--
Was filled with songs of bird
Sky, Air, Meadows
That earthy way
Stars stood up
Filled the night sky
The river grew with Silver Moon
Yet Fill with the moonlight
Follow the river down
To My old boat along the moonlit
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
The last call has dropped,
before that you cried
And I think,
What for you cry?
No option to go there
Even Can't bear the weight of the tears
After, a few missed calls
Tried several times but unreachable
Only I left sigh on the sky
When the sky blurs with blue
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
*Still I think of you,
a few drops of your tears
as the pearl dew of winter
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
*wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
of the last pale season
flowing over the
deep yellow barren field
echoing the last mystic sound
though yet romantic
spring
the purples are deep
divine
butterflies are flying around
a few birds playing
on the ground
suddenly singing
uttering love
yellow
the golden yellow floating
in the eyes
over hued
saturated
dropping on the ignored
dry
wither leaves
as the rain drops that has made
a blue
day dream
crossing over the mind
a jingle
leap singing
classic
the very lost spring
scrolling into
soul
even in the lonely dark night
rolling up
the sound
as the rolling stone
of the sounding sea*
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Choice is a conglomerate
Cause you are viewing millions
but finding one
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
*///
When the time has returned
Hearts can't go out from you
Lost love seems to be a footprint
Decayed stone is a sign of thy
The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
Spots at matches
Someone calls the untimely
I See
You see
Everything becoming change
Slow
Quick change
You and me
The Trees
The Hills
The River
All
Your restless mind
Grew cold
Even fastest cyclone
Became cool
Leaves fallen
Grew again
Spring came
And moved away
She came
She sang
Again she went away
Never hold back
Just left this footprint
The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh
some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door
words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of
dry dropping leaves
come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love
a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
~
I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
and usually the opposite is the light
The two ways are very distinct
the light
and the dark
but I am wondering for light
And I see,
any existence of objects that stand on the space,
and even time moving towards the dark
The attraction of dark is too high
its gravity beyond,
attracting the young and the old
it bends all the waves and moving towards the black hole
passing as clouds through the event horizon
where there I have stood
there is a boundary
between the heaven and hell
On the boundary,
the hell I see very near
and the heaven, I saw before
cause still I have some feelings
and all my feelings are accumulating in the bean
but the feelings have a little gravity
either good or evil
neither soft nor compact
all drops from the heaven's wall
It has grown more with time
compact more and more
either in core of heart or in pore of spaces
neither in sticky sand nor in the serene soul
all are moving toward the dark
And finally,
I see a big crunch in the dark
but still some particles of light are floating over the dark
and some are still struggling on the horizon
others are waiting on the event horizon to move toward the dark hell
and I am standing on the wall of the event horizon
neither my mind wants to move in the hell
nor I can moving back to the heaven
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Dark of the darkness
beget the shine,
As Coal beget the diamond
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
/
Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry
How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air
Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma
Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation
The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning
Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun
Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take
Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,
The poet will come,
A poem in the New
Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs
The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
Again the day had come
When I had concentrated on those coins,
That was all for mine but lost
And the cyclone rolled those dust with gust
Earn after born at my mother’s shack,
Penny to penny kept into my empty soul
Sounding low when filled with sorrow,
Blew all those through unknown hollow
The day had gone forever
And I am the Loser, lost more than I loss
Collect other coins that less than I lost
And the Lord will be paid the ultimate cost -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
drifted autumnal clouds are dancing,
moving with the time to and fro
gentle breezes are blowing,
dancing with the little birds,
dancing with yellow barren fields
usually I am wandering,
and craving romance in a garden,
And I see,
butterflies are unclogging,
grasshoppers are playing,
and dancing with the gentle breezes -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
*///
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
///
Musfiq us shaleheen*
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street
Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future
Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem
Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name
Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring
Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
///
*Before 200 million years ago
there was a single super continent,
named the Pangea,
and you have broken the Pangea
into two parts,
the Laurasia
and the Gondwanaland
by a single water body,
called the Tethys Sea
and we have seen,
the first sign of the life
on the beautiful black shale,
the blue green Algae
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
/
Love has gone so far
She said I am no more for you
But what moves into my heart
That can't sale through online cart
Once I bought a rose by an ode
That faded early on next Sunday
Plucked the petals on my hold
Perched in a page of poem's fold -
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
*I have bided you,
in the center of my gravity
cause I love you.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
...
I love you
yet this is a true view
but it only realizes a few
cause sometimes love is as morning dew
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
~~
She rolls down the western edge
The bucolic Spiral path
Coincides with the horizon
Gray foot print
Slowly mingles with dark
As the Bats of evening find back to home
Gentle Breeze to dangle
Purple haze of Four O'clock
The Crossroads, Wait behind
Where to start, or what end is!
Poetry continuing as the falls of pain
Afternoon's Lyrics said good bye
Today's bright Star does not rise
What they chase during the run out!
Why come back again
Along with the known way!
Moonlit falls on the ways of Standing hill
Beyond the horizon
Dark fading, while
Lost love fusions with her colors
Across the Monsoon, Autumn, Winter
Finally the Spring is on the way
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
~~
new born coconut leaves
standing on the head of the tree
a mild north chill breeze blowing
raising sunlight reflects between the leaves
the falling light playing on the meadows
the growing day in to the fog's shadows
the new moody breeze growing a little
the cowboys wandering with the cattle
the boy is very crazy with his flying kite,
the birds are too busy within the day's light
I am wondering through the shadows
and finding my hopes within the meadows
when thousands of kites flying in the sky
there love growing on her gloomy eyes
where there a few of dreams coming
as the light falling between the leaves
where there thousands of whirling
hopes uttering in to the breeze
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC