Come come who wants to enter
The door is open just surrender,
Take a step into all yonder
And embrace the eternal wonder
The sip you take
Tastes like no other,
But takes you to the land
Where is no morn or eve ever after.

(BA Khan)

A walk in the woods while holding your hand
And me adoring you with your given garland,
And putting those primroses in floating whorls
While watching your beauty with radiant smiles,
And then music from the flowing stream
You playing its harp and me its tune,
All around this beauty that glows from you
And those who travel this far, so very few,
This peaceful calm is A part of the lace,
In and around everywhere is your grace.

(Khan, BA)

It  could never be written in prose ever
And in poems that so many litter,
Or painted on canvas in colorful attire
Or chiseled by the hands of a sculptor,
To know what I just utter
Close your eyes but not in slumber,
Listen to the inner voice coming from yonder
And the ringing bells  so clear,
It is all around, what a wonder
and all a part of it in surrender,
Everywhere is the same wonder
Some name it God while some the Creator,
To me it is all whatsoever
I am a slave and He the Master.

(BA Khan)

‪It is all that is you,‬
‪Your glory and the beauty too,‬
‪Wherever I gaze, I find you,‬
‪Even this insignificant that is me,‬
‪Words can not express your beauty,‬
‪Nor thank you enough of your glory,‬
‪I bow my head at your feet O' Praiseworthy‬
‪A humble servant of your deity.‬
‪( Khan, BA)‬

Darkness...
‪"If thou find darkness surrounding thee‬
‪And everyone else mocking in glee‬
‪Peek inside and dive deep‬
‪Have faith and take a leap‬
‪From within, the light will thus shine‬
‪Tearing apart the darkness and its whine‬
‪Make you glow like morning Sun‬
‪And Serenity at your helm"‬
‪(Khan, BA)‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

"The words do not come always,
And the pen is out of ink sometimes,
I do not write poetry everyday,
But when the ink is wet and pen primed,
They let the clouds burst in their own way"

(Khan BA)

‪"This very evening I had a sip..‬
From this stuff that you call dew,
As it kissed my dry lips
I knew it was known to only few,
For you it may have been askew..
But to me it was the eternal brew."
(Khan, BA)