Shriveled up morsels,
Contorting with asininity
Reeking of ignorance
Masked by cracked velvet

Blooming bushels
Bursting with vibrancy
Dripping with honey
Emanating from sanguine satin

Wise men toil in agony for the latter
Wise men till fertile soil for the latter
Wise men **** and manicure for the latter
Wise men plow and sow for the latter

Wafting through the gardens of wise men,
Flows air heavy with flowery perfumes

Glistening in the gardens of wise men,
Glows emerald, ruby, and sapphire jewels

Echoing in the gardens of wise men,
Resonates a nightingale’s last tune

And when the knife blooms a corsage in the wise man’s heart,
He bleeds black ink
Which spews from his mouth
In a torrent of obsidian rain

Sadness grew
        a flower in my heart,
With big blooming petals and
A long winding
                         Stem,

And as your fingers
        reached down my throat
                                                  to tug at
It's roots,
it regressed into a n g e r,
and
shriveled (all) away

The words keep t
                               w
                              i
                               ­  s
                                  t
                           ­     i
                                   n
                                 g
                                      in my mind
               Truths and lies
       Becoming h
                             a
                            r
                             d
                          e
                              r
  ­                               and harder to find
              Blurred together
      between h
                         o
                       l
                         l
                     o
                         w
                               and grey lines
         The differences becoming
               o
                 b
               s
                  t
              a
                 c
               l
                  e
               s
                   more difficult to define
    And life has lost all its
                                           l
                                             o
                                            v
                 ­                              e
                                                  and **rhyme

Moon swims in the green ocean of your beauty
Stars and galaxies are formed by your light streak
When I am in your spell I touch the edge of eternity
Love comes from the heaven up above just to seek

All that is hidden and all that is open to love to see
With eyes in trance I love to be with you to take chance
Love is boundless and does not know limit on a plea
Lover in a moment decides to live or die just at a glance

My love I am enthralled by your beauty and am in solace
In the origin of beauty which makes and takes a shape
I am really impressed by your style and enchanting grace
Even if breeze touches you with unclean touch seems ****

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow