..
in the night to day
love love love-
that may you have gotten
that's why the poetry
yet makes a symmetry
between the life in the lost
in the desert or in the frost
you have never forgotten
the metaphoric cohesions
in the tunes of the flute
or in the dreams of mute
yes life processed some illusions
which may make any creation
love love love-
there is, of course, an inspiration
yet the lonely dream possessions
in the treasures
or in the desert
the mystic mirage why?
otherwise, the dreams to die
in the night to day
from one May to another May
a day remains a day
on another unique day
yet the elusive rose
never grew gray
love love love-
that once you have gotten
you have never forgotten
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

In between time, have I wondered through dimensions of sacredness.

Between the spaces of unfrozen relic of us.

It was both pure and holy,
Untampered by the cold seas of dark night.

One day, might I lose to the wilderness of nature, to the untamed creatures of worldly beings, will you recognise me?

Every now and then, have my thoughts keep tangling themselves, from nothing to everything, from making sense to nonsensical.
From flowery visuals, vividly in shapes.

It was both pleasure and pain,
Unnamed by the strong winds of feelings.

And one day, might I fall out from these untimely moments, will you be there to save me?

This is the epitome of hopelessness, hoping for mere dreams to become a reality.

songs driven me into a new spell
I loved them
until the very last bell

I mortgaged my passionate flute
in their tunes
that lute with my evergreen root

the treasures of my thesaurus
an anguish of salty sea
unforgotten dreams of pleasure

now i guess after miles of stress
an overflowed heart
yet longing in the silence of dark
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I have memorized it
before I realized I stared too long.
your face,
the faint scent of cigarettes on your shirt,
the smell of your skin
I can trace them,
even when my eyes are closed.
How do I keep you out of my mind?
When all I think about, is your lips on mine.

..
silence lives in a lonely island
fills with what you feel
streams of timeless heal
store within the souls of chill
though the May moving still
tells more that you can't say
you are just broken or lost
find peace while exhaust
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

..
in another life
you will be mine
i think it's hurts
whom you love
what to do for him
if everything is presumed
but I can lose love
if I can't change
can't love my beloved

@Musfiq us shaleheen

.
I wanted to change
and I could
There was an intense tune
you could say sadness, not at all romantic

but my romance
started to live in her darkness
when I understood a few
but at least I knew
where there is a life there is a song
certainly she was a sad song
And sometimes she felt too wrong

I rewrote the lyrics
And saw the mason made the building
fitting one by one bricks
when I added a new tune
My nameless noun really took the tune very soon

I sang
she sang
spring became sprung
even cool wind of love flowed on the dunes
Ah! how beautifully the words were moving in the laps of tunes

when the evening came down
in the heart of my nameless town
season went back
dry leaves whispering on the street of a lonely park
Oh! she might lost in the dark
and never came back
there's still a song,
how I wander within
the melancholy tunes of a nameless bird!
you can again say sadness

Now I want to skip
but I can't!
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

leaves
arch and fall like
a river of gold sun,

what breaks
and what comes to life,
the pit of my stomach
a scaffolding of
dark fear

i kiss your lips
and your love
drowns me in
moroccan silk,

my heart caves in
my legs cave in

everything is you,
everything is
longing,

a ghost wrapped in
honey,
sweet night where
the stained red maple leaves
melt near the window.

In fold a feather,
footprint of petals,
a book of old pages
I count
and found
the story of forgotten Lenore
that never return anymore

@Musfiq us shaleheen

18 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Love is not a mystery; it’s every beautiful thing that I ever wanted it to be.
Love is the colour of you, love is beautiful with all its flaws and complexities.
I’ve been enslaved by my own emotions and you were always there to liberate me and provide devotion.
Love is when I still write about you in hopes that one day you’ll read all these words and hopefully find your way back to me.
Love looks like her in the evening after a long day when all she wants is a warm bath and peaceful sleep.
Could I ever be blessed with the chance of having my heart beating inside her chest again?
I still want to read all the love letters her lips and hands are yet to write so effortlessly on my skin.
I’ve cried myself to sleep on days when the world was dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Love has always taught me that I cannot continue loving you from a distance.
Home is where the heart is and I never for a second wanted you to leave.
You still have my heart beating in rhythms that are foreign to my existence.
Is it better spending all this time apart while admiring each other from a distance?
Love is praying every single night to God and hoping that He sends you back into these loving arms.
Love looks like her in the morning when she wakes up looking all beautiful and carefree – you’d swear she had eight hours of sleep.
I’ve been enslaved by my own emotions and with love I have conquered everything that the world said I would not.
Love is hoping that you find happiness and love is also having you sharing that happiness with me.
Love is not a mystery; it’s every beautiful thing that I ever wanted it to be.