The wilted flower
Cries for rain
To give it life
To ease its pain
No guilty pleasures
Only disdain
To pierce the dirt
From which it came
And rise out to
A sunny day
Where light burns bright
And life remains
Tried and true
In natures way
To live on for
Another day

She wakes me up deep in the night.

I understand you, she smiles
snuggling into me, her nose,
pressed cotton soft on my cheek

I have no strength, I cry
not one, for you

I love your weakness
love you for your weakness
her breath wafts into mine

and the boy stuck in his age
floats in the web
of the girl forever
forgiving.

Taste and Trend
You are my love and my love is my ego
I can go through any pain and torture
In my veins I know but my love is to flow
I do know my love your beauty is suture

My love don't ask me to forget in a go
Your heart beats with my heart to be one
Don't be rude to do something to blow
Let be together to complete job undone

I love you my love with my heart and soul
I will follow you and worship to the other end
You are my love my mission and the goal
My love our love has different taste and trend

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow

There was the barren land
on soils ready and fresh
to make love to the bones
inside a stew that loathe
boiling to a place of peace
this palace of contentement
where all the walk is done
and the wrongs undone
sometimes pride is accorded
recorded on the unforgiven
vinyls of the paradisical scent
of beginning and self assurance
as the sun chases its warmth
right to the core of my very heart
the fineness felt is a mystery
blowm inside the breezy lux
in miles within millions strings
stranded in a unification force
bonding the unbound in love
rolling the tears to milled moulds
where rumbles of the unburied
lay in echoes of deemed silence