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 Dec 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Empty room
Open window
Smell of your hair
Reshuffle of all the feelings
What a familiar song!
Blowing through the window
I hear but not to turn asleep
Flavor of night jasmine
I open the door
She is coming,
What an unprecedented beauty of that face!
Gradually open
The bare body
How beautiful!
I am seduced by the sight of
You and I stand one on the island
But then I was sleeping
In a dream not to go too close

@Musfiq us shaleheen
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ঘরটা ফাকা
জানালা খোলা  
তোমার চুলের গন্ধ পাই
এলোমেলো সব অনুভূতি
কি যেন এক চেনা গান
ভেসে আসছে
শুনে শুনে ঘুম আসেনা
হাস্নাহেনার গন্ধ
দরজাটা খুলে দেই
সে আসে  
কি অপূর্ব সুন্দর্য ওই মুখে!
আস্তে আস্তে খুলে যায় সব
অনাবৃত শরীর
কি সুন্দর!
আমি বিমোহিত এক দৃষ্টিতে
তুমি আর আমি এক দ্বীপে
কিন্ত তখন আমি ঘুমিয়েছিলাম
স্বপ্নের  মধ্যে কাছে যেতে পারিনি  

মুসফিক উস সালেহীন

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within a dream/ স্বপ্নের মধ্যে
 Dec 2014
Red Starr
A pale, pulsing membrane
Surrounds my inner core
You don't know me
You think you do
But,
i'm alone
And don't want you
To find me
I want to be
Vulnerable and alone
I am
A shining light,
Pale,
And alone.
 Dec 2014
Ann M Johnson
If good intentions could pave a road which direction would I go
would I be seeking or just reaching for that which I can not hold
Will I remember the wisdom I have been told when I become old
Will I be courageous and bold
I want to stand and not fall
To have the kind of faith that walks on water is what I desire
  To have a faith that can move mountains
  I am tired of being stuck in the valley
  I need to reach the mountain top
  Will the light of faith shine in me for my neighbors to see
   Will your good work start in me
    I pray at the start of each day for a renewed spirit of faith
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
Behind the smiling faces
Written, a poignant story
Hearts lay there in smithereens
Still unable to find the pieces
Lost forever in the crevices
Moments frozen in the past
Feelings wrapped in a bubble
Smothered and relegated
To the corridors of oblivion
Yet, the spirits are unbound
No chains can hold their energy
Fighting a vicious battle
To overcome the defeats
The smiling faces
Spread happiness and positivity
So others can find solace
And find the courage to fight
Smiling faces are beacons of hope
They tell a courageous story
When you are willing to listen
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
Take a dip in the river of bliss
Wake up the child within you
Everything is a source of joy
Sweet drink from the river
Satiates the soul every time
Feel happy from the core
Guided towards wisdom and light
The path of life looks bright
Open more doors
Which leads to this eternal bliss
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
While introspecting
I came closer, to myself
Being distanced
I forgot the language
In which scripts were written
Became myopic
And veered farther
Enjoying being away
Lost in the din
Never realizing
I was being swept away
From myself
While my soul yearned
For a rendezvous
I was oblivious
Seduced by the glib talkers
Became gullible
And yielded to the manipulations
Was a hallucinating ride
In the scariest roller coasters
Mind in a jumble
Entangled in the web of lies
Now, I have come back
From the brink of oblivion
To myself
Once more to listen
To my soul and heart
A union
After a struggle
 Dec 2014
WendyStarry Eyes
Jealousy is so very sad to me
It is a form of inadequacy
When someone makes fun of what others have overcome
Or they resign another's accomplishments of time
They are really beating at their own soul
Giving inadequacy all control
So next time you feel jealousy take control of your heart
Send it packing
Celebrate, who knows, that may be when your success starts
 Dec 2014
WendyStarry Eyes
Christmas used to be a time of fun
As I age my eyes have opened
I am no longer waiting for a present
I'm waiting for my Saviour to come

In my heart I truly know
I will be the one to go
To meet The Saviour
There will be a day
Until then I must pray

He speaks to me each
And every day
Through His Spirit
If I truly give
Him my all
When I pray

Patience ia a virtue
You see
Give Him your faith
You will be set free

I do not know what I need
God, I bow to You
On my knees and plead
For Your quest in me
To be fullfilled
Your love for me is forever sealed

Human spirit cannot be
Satisfied
Our selfishness, we tend
To justify

Help me Heavenly Father
Give You all control
You are the nourishment
Of my soul

I am not saying Christmas
Cannot be fun
Let us not let go
Of our Father's Son
True happiness it
Will come
ISAIAH 40:28-31
 Dec 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
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our mind can feel everything
if we can feel the beauty of roses once
it can make some meaningful words,
even can create a few metaphors of a poem

we write all through our life
it can be grown as words of war
even can be born as a piece of peace
or can be grown both,
war and peace

it can be made a pain or gain
or it can be seemed as a stream,
that can be bought a grain of sand
Even it can earn both,
the pain and the gain

life can make a song
it can be a song of joy
sometimes it may be a coy
even it can make a rhythmic tone
that can't always be a romantic tune
as the river is not always plays a full of chimes

life can be found love
or can be gathered loss
or it can be earned both love or loss
as the poem " Annabel Lee"
that gifts us a pang of pain

life can be moved long like a novel
as Tolstoy's war and peace
even life can be too short, tragic
as the life of a poet,
like Sukanta, Keats and Poe

life looks like a novel
it's growing as well
with both lost and found
of so many stir of dreams

our mind is an endless paper
feelings are as ink
times are as the pen
everybody is the novelist
begins writing since he's born
and finishes before his death
though someone exceeds beyond the death

wise men told
life is a learning
life is a continuous earning of wisdom
that can be repair our kingdom

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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Tribute to the three greatest poets Sukanta, Keats and Poe.

Sukanta Bhattacharya (Bengali: সুকান্ত ভট্টাচার্য) (15 August 1926 – 13 May 1947) was a Bengali poet and playwright.

John Keats (/ˈkiːts/; 31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet.

Edgar Allan Poe (/poʊ/; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre.

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 Dec 2014
WendyStarry Eyes
POETRY PSYCHOLOGY
Delves into the deepest realms
inside of me
It opens my mind
Makes me see
Life, good and bad
All meant to be
Write those poems
If it eases the pains
It will lead onto the next terrain
Give Peace to sustain
POETRY PSYCHOLOGY
 Dec 2014
vague rememberance
in 2012 i experienced an incident with a rifle. my friend spinned it around and hit me in the face. the hit was hard enough to break my nose and make me fly backwards and land on the back of my head.
after that i started having seizures. cluster seizures which mean seizures back to back. they have to be stopped by iv or i can go into status epilepticus meaning continued or back to back seizures that can **** people. there have been several times where my heart has stopped or i stopped breathing from it. its hard to live with. soooo many pills, and doctors, specialists to help diagnose me. just about a month ago i was diagnosed with tbi (traumatic brain injury) before i was diagnosed i was so upset with everything. my health my relationship, my family problems. it just piled up so i decided to numb myself with drugs and alcohol. i no longer can do that because the last time i did i woke up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. i have right hemisphere disfunction and it effects my motor skills, speech, memory, decision making, confusion, and at this point the doctors say that my memory and confusion is dementia. sometimes i try to tell myself i don't need help, im fine, i don't need anyone, or that the doctors made a mistake. but they didn't and that was proven to me today when i saw my eeg, and mri.  i have built up white matter in my brain. and it only gets worse . i can never regain anything ive lost but i can learn how deal with it and move on from now. i can never be independent in the part of just living alone. i would like to marry the man of my dreams but i don't think i want to put him through all of this. he would have to take care of me when i get sick, and i get sick often due to my weak immune system. one hit in the face and my whole body went out of whack. we also recently discovered that i have a bundle branch block in my heart which means it is a condition in which there's a delay or obstruction along the pathway that electrical impulses travel to make your heart beat. i have a dog that can smell my auras which are mild seizures like warnings that a big one will come. but he can only do so much . squeeze under my head and bark for help.
im sorry its long i just had to let it out and finally saying it out loud really hits me. like this is my life... from now on until i die i will deal with this.
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
More than the presence
Fragrance becomes a reality
Aroma which lingers around you
But you cannot touch
The flower is miles away in memories
Yet, the aroma is fresh, always
A whiff binds you to it
A surreal presence
 Dec 2014
Sjr1000
The child of the golden light
sitting in the sunshine room
in the dark factories of
madness' tombs,
Your gentle sweet breath
creates a breeze flickering,
as one candle
lights another
in lilac scented jasmine,
Our shadows are cast on the walls.

While in your lap sits a
Clay bowl
with Icarius images etched,
whispering for you to behold,
The cup holds countless opportunities
for inspiration,
Little Tinkerbelles
you hand out freely to those
who lighten up the darkness,
for those lost in the cold
for those lost without a home
for those who swelter in the heat
of their own madness
for far too long,
for those who come alone
who are there to help as best they can.

This rare clay bowl of Tinkerbelles
Who bring magic to the cold nights of our world
the Queen of Hearts
Handed out souls to those
whose souls had been lost
with this light of hope
inspired those who
give at all costs.

The Queen of Hearts
has left the room
down the highway to a distant land
All her bowls of inspiration, courage,
compassion and hope
neatly packed
I watch your U-Haul
sail down 101
I walk back to my dark end
and notice at
my feet
one last clay bowl
of splendor
left behind,
As I pick it up
I know it's a role
I can never live up to or play
in your way.

But one spinning light
a remnant left behind
remained
encouraging me to
try with another
and one more time
perhaps I can pass this gauntlet
on
to another.

Her sweet work
will never be done,
whether here or there
but perhaps if done correctly
with a true heart,
the darkness will be vanished,
everywhere.

Farewell, farewell.
Your sweet breath remains
lights the candles
one by one
Tinkerbelles of magical inspiration
handed out freely
to each and every one
Your enlightened legacy.

For this moment
And in this time
and space
Your bowl
Your inspirations
are
Alive with grace.
For Helene.
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