Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street
Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future
Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem
Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name
Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
...
I like his poem very much. Very special in love poem, also romantic. His poems reflects many moves and thoughts. I really like his several poems mostly Beauty of Rose Dreams so many others. Thanks Musfiq.. Keep writing.. God bless you.
Dear Poet Musfiq us shaleheen you touched the standard of classic poetry specially 'Beauty of Rose' and 'end of darkness' i wish your success..
very romantic poet. i liked his imagery, wording and way of style.
Narasimha Murthy MG 'broken bridge'...Symbolism of the broken bridge and the river between the broken parts of the bridge, ..re-uniting..and the silhouette on the shore, contemplating on 'a phase of life' and the sub-conscious awareness of a cohesion of dream' is vivid and the imagery, fascinating... A beautiful expression of a mystic experience. M.G.N.Murthy. mgnmurthy4@gmail. com
nice but i have some q. why i will return to my love who left me alone here
I LOVE POETRY/I LIVE POETRY - These are shining words with which to open a poem, and you can be certain there are many people at POEMHUNTER, myself included, who agree fully with them. You then shift to a love poem which is one of the great subjects of poetry throughout the world, in fact, love poetry is one of the things that unifies all of us into one human family. I spend a good part of my time reading poetry from poets who are not american and do not necessarily write in english. from south asia I especially love Kabir and Tagore.
How right you are! Love is not just meant for this life! It is meant for eternity! We can be with our loved ones forever! It is part of God's great plan of happiness! We do go on after death! This life is just a spec of time, in the eternal scheme of things, but it is a very important spec. During this spec of time we strive to live God's commandments so that we can be with him and our families forever! Love really is a forever thing! - Sharilynn Reaser (6/11/2014 8: 45: 00 AM)
excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem
The Lost Spring
This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper
In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple
Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the Sunflower rises on the first shines of sun
Melts with a dream after a long winter washed
Musfiq us shaleheen,12th February,2014
love is for yours love is for mine And we are for each other
I am moving with the stream not worrying about the destiny even where they are going or what they think
Silence gives rise to many route But when you called from the back I have only one losing all the way
'Listen, All this in preparation Is only for his death' তোমার প্রস্তুতির সবই একমাত্র মৃত্যুর জন্য
.. . while sometimes different blood groups but when you are broken yet he feels pain যদিও কখনো কখনো রক্তের গ্রুপ আলাদা তারপর ও তোমার আঘাতে সে ব্যথা পায় .. . @Musfiq us shaleheen
Old Friends .. . Old friends like old banyan tree Whose roots are deep ingrained You may not be removed easily .. পুরানো বন্ধু বৃদ্ধ বটগাছের মত যার শিকড় অনেক গভীরে প্রথিত সহজে তুলে ফেলা যাই না
all those fictions make each contradiction though truth exiled beneath the books but the healthy history looks
True love can't always go in a certain way As you don't always think before a step It may even beyond imagination- But finally it is a sacrifice for life- Which gentlemen count after reading the book
Your Beauty Of The Rose poem is a necklace of deep thoughts.