Khairul Ahsan

Gold Star - 17,479 Points (Bangladesh)

Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Much Like The Tears I Saw In Your Eyes 8/20/2016
2. A Bird That I Loved 9/1/2016
3. Me Myself 11/27/2016
4. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
5. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
6. Womb 1/1/2015
7. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
8. An Epitaph 12/12/2016
9. Shades Of Twilight 9/25/2016
10. Placidity 7/31/2016
11. Mercy Taken For Granted, Without Appreciation 4/17/2016
12. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
13. Pain And Pleasure Of Loneliness 6/26/2015
14. How Much You Would Unfold... 6/27/2015
15. Your Face 7/1/2015
16. A Bubble 7/5/2015
17. Like That Cat 5/21/2015
18. Blue Feelings... 9/6/2015
19. For Auld Lang Syne 10/11/2015
20. Rain Driven 12/24/2015
21. Happy New Year! 1/1/2016
22. Pain 1/7/2016
23. To A Loving Heart 1/13/2016
24. Fantasy 12/21/2015
25. Crown Extraordinaire 1/14/2016
26. To A Solitary Mourner 1/19/2016
27. Cool Quietness 1/23/2016
28. Damsel In The Cloud 2/5/2016
29. I Remember 2/5/2016
30. Valentine Day Thoughts 2/14/2016
31. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
32. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
33. Last Night 1/12/2015
34. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
35. Purity Incarnate 1/14/2016
36. Mcc - My Alma Mater 7/15/2015
37. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams 4/20/2015
38. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
39. My Wishes 6/1/2016
40. Dreams And Smoke 6/17/2015
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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Love Is

Love is, listening to her heartbeats,
Imagining her assurances with every beat.
Love is, touching her like the softest feather,
Going to sleep touching together.
Love is, past midnight doing pillow talks,
stretching them till the morning walk.
Love is, to awaken her with a gentle touch,
To kindle her desires before making love.
Love is, to smile while watching her asleep,

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