"paly" poems
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget tge love once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they paly your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way you used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Rememeber he has gone away
Forget his kuagh frget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Ftget the way
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
~
Whatever you say,
You do not delete the date stain on your skin
Over time it may likely to paly
Just think as the sun on the sky
But on the night when do not
Surely, somewhere else, off course in a different way
Or she has hidden behind the clouds
In the dark night,
Again she has arrested as the moon
Today, with the silky light of her,
Laughing this lake,
Bathing the distant hills,
Singing my lost heart,
Reminding the lost poetry
Her form among the many forms
How many words within the words,
The words of lost days
Her light, shines my love
The write which was only for her,
As the unfinished metaphors of poetry
Which has yet to emit moonlit
From the moonlight in a full moon night
As if a prisoner who breaks down the wall of a dark circle
As if she has come to very near to my old door,
Light has fallen on her faded face again,
As well as the known mind of ours
Which is quite impossible to remove
Even yet that has proven the existence of eternal love
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
I play to remain
two steps ahead
to outwit & outlast
Moves are made
adapting to ever
changing strategy
The resolve to
take calculated
risks and sacrifice
key pieces to
ensure victory
Knowing all of this
I still paly on a high
level in my mind
LIFES CHESS GAME
is real and take backs
are not optional as
we play for keeps
we play for survival
we play for love
we play for family
we play for redemption
we play to win.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
Wild fragrance of Love
On dry leaf of teared(broken) heart
Even a wildfire(দাবানল) is felt so paly(ফিকে)
When you submit yourself
Being Auditory(শ্রাবণ).-19.06.2015
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Joy comes in the morning...
Or joy comes in the mourning?
While I'm drunk with my tears
Masking my candid fears.
Miles, I run never stopping
Asking none ever hoping.
Boy oh Boy, it's my story
Basking in misery.
As it is I barely sleep. (Weeping!!)
But staying awake weeping only to fall into a tortured sleep
I face it beyond control.
Sleeping is better than weeping and keeping dead memories.
But to me weeping is better than sleeping.
As soon as I slumber I start dreaming.
Let me not say the dream
It's my mine and mine alone.
When it'll be known.
I'll be long gone.
At least that's all I'm told
That I will not hold
On to this fading life till I'm old
Enough to make sense of it all.
My life will be short
And my sorrow so tall.
I think curled up in a ball.
Their arrows poisonous.
I fold myself
In case I start shaking more than I can bear.
I hold myself
My face to the ground knowing it's here.
I told myself
Embrace this, you are overcoming fear.
Mold yourself, I said.
Greatness is becoming what they revere.
Sell your soul and have lies to tell.
Hell awaits such who paly with those who fell.
Well, you can be washed in the Well of blood and be well.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
(ode to night)
I look up above my head this fair evening
And saw the slender of it all,
How the night time is formed and fashioned
And with beauty of night delightful
Bring on that special kind of night.
Bring on the night!
Bring on the beauty of the night,
As the moon shines up
And stars paly up above
So, bring on the night!
Romance in the air
Bring on the night!
Lovers are in motion,
So, bring on the night!
Delight me,
Kiss me,
Thrill me,
Bring on the night!
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC