Khairul Ahsan


Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Love Burns 7/28/2014
2. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
3. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
4. Light And Darkness -new- 5/2/2015
5. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
6. A Wish 10/20/2014
7. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
8. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
9. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
10. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
11. The Thought 4/5/2015
12. Last Night 1/12/2015
13. Her Eyes 1/15/2015
14. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
15. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams -new- 4/20/2015
16. At Poemhunter 12/27/2014
17. Feel My Heart's Calling 1/16/2015
18. Womb 1/1/2015
19. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
20. Sensitivity 9/2/2014
21. Waiting 9/3/2014
22. Privacy 2/4/2015
23. Sharing Of Heart 4/12/2015
24. A Long Wet Kiss 3/16/2015
25. Strange Coincidence 10/22/2014
26. Combustible 1/9/2015
27. Women 8/12/2014
28. Rude 9/29/2013
29. Love's Edict 2/25/2015
30. Beauty And Innocence 9/26/2014
31. Aerial Signature 3/15/2014
32. The Ultimate 5/20/2014
33. Pink Fingers 9/4/2014
34. Pain And Pleasure 10/22/2014
35. Because You Would Smile... 10/7/2014
36. What Else! 11/12/2014
37. What, If.... 12/12/2014
38. Some Say, Some Do Not 3/30/2015
39. Barter 11/8/2013
40. Super Moon 9/10/2014
Best Poem of Khairul Ahsan

Pristine Love

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...

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A Gentle Touch

When you touch me, I can say it's you
Even if my eyes are closed.
For your palms are like text books
That I've read so many times over,
And so they appear so familiar.

When your breath falls on my back,
I can say it's you, without turning around,
For my back has known no other warmth.

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