Between You and Me

Between you and me
There's the moon at night
Between you and me
There are roses in the spring

If I can't describe your smile
If I couldn't look your face
When the gaze is only a faint shadow
If your poem, far away

Your breath is the breath of love
Your poem is a yearning
Your smile is a beautiful dream
In sleep the mysterious poet

Let still adore
Because the heart has been adore
Let stay awake
Because I do not want the night replaced

Your face in the moonlight .....

Antara Aku dan Dirimu..

Antara aku dan dirimu
Ada bulan di malam hari
Antara aku dan dirimu
Ada mawar di musim semi

Bila senyummu tak mamou aku lukiskan
Bila wajahmu tak mampu ku pandang
Bila tatapmu hanya bayang samar

Bila syairmu jauh di sana

Nafasmu adalah nafas cinta

Syairmu adalah kerinduan

Senyumu adalah mimpi indah

Dalam tidur malam sang pujangga

Biarkan tetap memuja

Karna hati telah terpuja

Biarkan tetap terjaga

Karna ku tak ingin malam terganti

Wajahmu dalam sinar rembulan.....

A speechless revolution

By My wonderful friend
Abdullah Bulbul

I will create a revolution-
And, meet with your conscience becoming an angel.
I will set up stagnated nuclear faith-
In your mid night sleep.
A rare flag will be gifted you by me-
On the victory day of my soul-
Where the history of today, and
Tomorrow of mine will be written.
The forever love of your all poles will-
Be painted through the mirage of vast sky.
Your fluently smooth laugh will be made-
Free in the unreadable shelter of complicated brain.
I will set up your century lacerated-
Lachrymose eyes in infinite SHINDU-
As the rule of as auger black thundering cloud.
I will decorate your feelings through your-
Hesitated mirror.
I will create a revolt,
Your life cascade is forever blue with-
Navigability and warmness, where a sound full-
Whispering brook will be added by me.
In the Sahara of faith, though the sands are boiling-
Warmer to warmest, how the promises of life are erased,
The inner success of human birth too.
Oh Beloved, Love will create a revolution into you.
For getting your love, I am to erase,
Vultures come flying through the sky of brutal faith.
Again, I will commit revolution,
May be today or in the timeless tomorrow.

Dreamt Osprey

By my dear Friend
Abdullah Bulbul

I see dreaming an Osprey-
Suddenly it becomes looking as spring’s sky,
Lucid, fluent and happy humble bee,
Condors are the inspiration of it’s flying,
Drowsiness footsteps of rain in rose garden,
Enamor tidal of River,
Whispering Magpie Robin besides my house yard.
It’s an Osprey-
Wealthier waist of Alps,
Forever mystery of eavesdropping Sphinx in the Sahara.
Divinely boat from humanity to deity,
It’s an ancient hugs, transformed minstrel,
Buzzing of exhausted steamer in farest harbor,
As the dark eater through full moon.
It’s an Osprey,
The hymn of desired music,
Sweet swept fragrance of immersing tableland.
The clamor of fish eater bird on-
The ridge of creation.
Game of processional Dolphin.
Fearful exquisite of ‘SHAON’ River,
The sound of stoic bat wings at midnight,
It’s as an ancient nymph walking through heaven.
Like one bunch of forever free bird.
It’s a pace of unfettered slavery into my favorite freedom,
My dearest blood, which keep swimming-
In the sacred ferociousness of Osprey.
The Osprey, you are forever love of creation,
You are the thundering coracles in my soul.

Once the love of autumn

Once I went plucking nigh jasmine,
While my chilled feelings as gloomy divers-
Looking towards gloomily forgetting own self.
In the last purlieu of brimming river-
The sweet scent of water lily sailed to unknown.
I became wet in drizzle, poured as wet crow.
Array of clouds roared in the sky-
As the caverns are being passed paramount Everest.
At dawn of autumn, I went to pluck night jasmine,
I shouted saying why isn’t this love as this nature?
Once, to catch butterfly, I went out from home-
Lost passing horizon behind it,
Aisle of land were not finished,
Golden parrots flew over my head,
Getting afraid turtles looked to me
From branches of dot tree,
What kinds of guest am I among nature-
Proclaiming to all, why isn’t this love as nature?
Today I see my yacht swaying as jeopardize-
Through the macabre current in river.
I lost my own freedom,
A ferocious Python of fate comes to-
Invade my own sovereignty.
Replacing the curtain of fate,
Ceaseless hail storms are pouring over my forehead.
Cuddling with cold violin-
I lost my last asylum.
Today my love is unsurpassed barbed wire.
They are the siblings of Antarctica.
Thorn-apples tell many stories touching my tone
The lost love what are plucky tidal in my worship now.

By My dear Friend
Abdullah Bulbul ( Bangladesh )