I hear the whisper of your tread,
When morning dew soaks your lace,
I breath the fragrance of your grace,
As your hair glide over the morning breeze.
I smile ,my heart leaps a beat,
O’ The wait is over, it is a festive treat,
Lo’ My love is here with me again.

Here comes the Snow,
From the clouds above,
To lay a carpet on the ground,
And nourish the boughs around.

(By : Khan, BA)

My sleep is no sweet slumber
but I am awake with fire inside
Don’t be fooled by my shell of timber
Inside soft waxy myself does reside
Though some may think it to be a riddle,
Others lonesome foolish words,
Those who play such a fiddle,
Know the truth in such reeds

Ah the Autumn now is here
Its beauty everywhere
All the green turned gold
Matured from young to become old
The soft wind does its best
Letting them fall to their rest
Respect Autumn in its glory
The keeper of Spring and Summer memory
The garden full of bloom preceding fall
Has beauty of gold adored even in fall
The barren ones of Spring and Summer
Appear like a dead ugly drummer
Let your garden be full of bloom
Autumn will shine like happy moon.

This Fire…

This fire you lit inside of me, my dear
It burns my body in every fiber
No flame nor smoke from anywhere
But tingling bells from its pure pyre
Soothing medicine to my utmost desire
They herald of your graceful attire
And take me through my wait for my dear
And when one is lost into another
All  merge to be one great sphere
It is thus and has been for ever
Only wise and knowing been there.

(by Khan, BA)

Up the ladder I climbed
The steps shaky but faith firm,
That my lord will surely care
For his child in despair.

:ahmed ali