Musfiq us shaleheen

Veteran Poet - 1,609 Points (31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

Musfiq us shaleheen Poems

41. Both Lost In Transit -new- 6/28/2015
42. Camouflage 4/29/2015
43. Choice 8/15/2014
44. Crushing Moonlit 11/22/2014
45. Cut Into Pieces 1/5/2015
46. Cymatics Flow 5/26/2015
47. Death 6/3/2015
48. Decay Of Days 3/25/2015
49. Dispersion Of Time 8/22/2014
50. Don'T Get Me Wrong 6/14/2015
51. Dreams 11/15/2013
52. Dreams Flew Away 8/14/2014
53. Dust Of Bright Star 1/25/2015
54. Dust Off Picture 1/5/2015
55. Edge Of The Spaces 3/25/2015
56. End Of Darkness 10/24/2012
57. Every Dot Takes A Space 3/17/2015
58. Faded Memory Pages 6/17/2015
59. Father -new- 6/21/2015
60. Feel You Very 3/5/2014
61. Footprint 1/1/2015
62. God's Game! 11/26/2012
63. Good? 6/6/2014
64. Gravity Of Love 8/15/2014
65. Handed Over Love Forever 12/11/2014
66. He Who Is A Poet -new- 6/26/2015
67. Her Mural 9/9/2014
68. Hope 'Is A Cotton Like Substance' 9/8/2014
69. Hoped To Dream 6/19/2015
70. I Lost The Way 6/22/2014
71. I Never Forget 12/13/2013
72. If I May Not Be Wrong 10/28/2014
73. In A Spring Garden 1/26/2014
74. Is It Love? 8/15/2014
75. Isostasy 2/14/2014
76. It Will Live Forever 6/11/2014
77. Know Thyself 11/16/2012
78. Let Me Love 12/8/2013
79. Let The Boy Go 6/10/2015
80. Life At The Event Horizon 11/11/2014
Best Poem of Musfiq us shaleheen

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 ...

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Rhythm Of Change

So wired connection,
malfunction and volatile society-
Even though the darkness,
future written by Satan
You feel, not even a morning,
I listen a bird whistling-
but still try to walk on winter dew,
wish to run on rain when cats and dogs,
chaos raises and makes demand to change,

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