Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Taking our moments of togetherness
Our precious memories
Making them closer to ourselves
Will we get lost in
Each other!
I am the lyric
You are the notes
Of joy
Oh my dearest!
Who is the most loving of
Me!!
Oh I am the river
That flows touching the shores
And you are my destiny
The ocean!
Oh in the garden of spring
Everywhere the colours reign
I am the fragrant aroma
And you are my carrier
O dearest wind!
Where am I,O?
Oh you are the moon
Of the night
And me,
It's happy dream!
Oh you are but
The everlasting dream
In our world
We weave
Around us!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Taking our moments of togetherness
Our precious memories
Making them closer to ourselves
Will we get lost in
Each other!
In the mirror of my mind
Is reflected in happy shame
The colourful mind of your's!
Like the pearl in the
Heart of the shell
Oh dearest,you are my life!
Oh playing with laughter
And tears
Will both of us
Go away
On the pathway of life!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Oh dearest,you are the warmth of my desires!
You are the heart of my mind!
Oh having loved you
I have found myself!
Understood my dreams
Not understood.
Oh in lives after life
You being my God
Would come
In the temple of
My mind's heart!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!

My love I saw you in a dream with rosy glow
Please just do not ask me the price of the show
You are unaware of love blow but I do know
That how enchanting beauty in my veins to flow

Love is neither comedy nor take it as a tragedy
But still it is that wonderful heavenly golden key
Which opens those closed doors of beloved free
Through which a lover has taken away his fairy

My sweetheart please do not be victim of rivals
Let us be fair,frank in our approach like angels
Even if by people we are just considered as rebels
Let be like a beacon of light to create the miracles

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

My childhood, what a rosy picture. The Texas drought was over. You could see the dewy leaves, on the wet sidewalk. The tree’s, so grand, towering over me. The sun peeks through the branches, and a beam of light meets my eye. I see gold dust gleaming, glittering, glowing; which makes my yellow sundress twirl round, and round, and round. The clouds blush pillows of rosy gold. A light airy mist lands delicately in my caramel colored hair. No worries, no responsibilities.
All the grass is wet, and green again.
I am happy.

There are few rosy corners,
In that darkened hall.
Where things we want hidden,
Stay and have a ball.
Fear is the stopper that keeps those things there,
When nothing is done.
After awhile you don't care,
So how long will you hide from the sun?
Or from your fears burning inside out?
One day there will be nothing more to see,
For the fears you have you'll wear on your sleeve.

Each day, my rotten flesh
Is being picked away.

The scabs blossoming
With their rosy red smiles,
So crystalline
And bright.

And as I shed my winter coat,
The sad mass of green goo,
A figure, raw and sick,
Is left behind.

From thick
To thin.

Now ******
And bare,

Somehow this spring breeze
Is more like poisoned air.