Khairul Ahsan

Gold Star - 17,218 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. Shades Of Twilight -new- 9/25/2016
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. Placidity 7/31/2016
9. Mercy Taken For Granted, Without Appreciation 4/17/2016
10. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
11. Pain And Pleasure Of Loneliness 6/26/2015
12. How Much You Would Unfold... 6/27/2015
13. Your Face 7/1/2015
14. A Bubble 7/5/2015
15. Like That Cat 5/21/2015
16. Blue Feelings... 9/6/2015
17. For Auld Lang Syne 10/11/2015
18. Rain Driven 12/24/2015
19. Happy New Year! 1/1/2016
20. Pain 1/7/2016
21. To A Loving Heart 1/13/2016
22. Fantasy 12/21/2015
23. Crown Extraordinaire 1/14/2016
24. To A Solitary Mourner 1/19/2016
25. Cool Quietness 1/23/2016
26. Damsel In The Cloud 2/5/2016
27. I Remember 2/5/2016
28. Valentine Day Thoughts 2/14/2016
29. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
30. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
31. Last Night 1/12/2015
32. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
33. Purity Incarnate 1/14/2016
34. Mcc - My Alma Mater 7/15/2015
35. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams 4/20/2015
36. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
37. My Wishes 6/1/2016
38. Dreams And Smoke 6/17/2015
39. Still I Stand Still 7/26/2016
40. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
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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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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