She doesn't realize what happens when her eyes make contact with the small black dot that is her front facing camera on her iPhone.
She doesn't.

It's like a chemical reaction, the shivers that fizz through my being and emanate into a smile across my lips as it's suddenly gone, only a simmering memory that I have to grapple with to keep it from receding into the file cabinets inside my dusty, cobwebbed brain.

She doesn't realize what the combination of warm eyes, warm hair, and warm heart can do through a slanted lens of glass.
She doesn't.

i wish i could bundle up
all of my happy
and all of my wishes

every single
tiny little
smile i ever had

tie it up with hugs
wrap it up in kisses
and send it to you

to make you feel
not sad

It is said that love is blind
It takes away heart and mind
It leaves nothing to find
Soul and body are to grind

The spell of beloved's charm
It keeps the situation warm
Eyes become the victim of form
Soul remains to take all harm

Beauty has no price to share
Beloved needs all extra care
Lover has no right to dare
In front of beauty being so fair

Love like fire burns and returns
To its abode with all concerns
Beauty at its place discerns
All its culverts and all turns

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

It hurts.. The feeling is unbearable..
I gave you my all.. I gave you more than I've ever given anyone.. But it never meant anything to you.

The times I needed you most... The times I wanted you by my side, you left me there soaking in my own tears with nothing but the feeling of pain deep down in my chest.

It disappoints me that I saw potential in you.. But in the end.. I'm here alone.. Once again.. I put my all into us.. So when you left.. You took it with you.. Now.. I don't even know if I have anything for myself.. Nothing.. But a shattered heart that had once belonged to you.

Your crescent eyes look at me moist like a marshy pond.
All the pain and beauty those eyes have ingested glossy and confused.
"I'm a **** up" you say as you drop the news.
You search so desperately to find a title to straighten your spine and give your story a purpose your flesh cannot find.
You are tremendous, a testament of life. Your eyes are a chasm of brooding emotion, utterly human.
I know how ravenously you claw and peck at the festering flesh of others searching for the nectar the cloying sweetness you miss within yourself.
But you are the golden honey ***.
You mistake the swarming bees for tasteless wasps.
You are horribly misconstrued.
The boys that bask themselves in synthetic sugar are simply hiding their innards of soot and poo.
I forgive you, but this doesn't matter.
You must find the golden honey gleaming behind the spackle of false propaganda you call your marrow.  
You are complete.
There is nothing dead inside you, things simply need tended to.
You are human, please never forget.
**** up is simply the veil you wear to hide this fact.

It wasn’t that my dresses were too short,
Or my sentences too long.
It wasn’t that my hair was green,
And my mascara smudged,
It wasn’t that my laugh was too loud,
And my voice too quiet.
No,
It was that I didn’t apologize
For the things you didn’t like.

I wore my skirts with pride,
And fired my sentences at warp speed,
I died my hair green again, then blue,
I let my mascara ghost my eyes
And I laughed, laughed, laughed,
And sometimes - I just stayed quiet.

No,
What really bothered you
Weren’t the imperfections,
It was the confidence that let me love them,
It was the independence that let me embrace them,
It was the strength that let me be who I am.

You didn’t mind that my voice was quiet,
You minded that I didn’t stutter.