Who bends the wind
folds it up
puts it in the envelope
then will send

Who gathers the sun
like a flock
bottles it then
says it's done

Who ropes my emotional
ties it and then binds it
in black and red ribbons
it's not fictional

Who teases the vessel
filling the void
where even the left
has a right to wrestle

Come vapor ***** . . . dream
permanate . . . decorate
you titillate in love's
sweet scheme

When ? Then I am left alone
the walls still stand
The night wails as comes the dawn
The heart longs for home

My sweetheart my love my only desire
Your lovely beauty deserves to admire
My heartbeat I want you to just transpire
Extend to me whatever I have to require

To my heart you are sole satisfaction
You crop up to bring to me perfection
In this world you are but only selection
I am contemplation and you are action

Let me love you with sincerity of heart
Let us be together just never to depart
You my love are masterpiece of ****** art
Let our journey to love destination start

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Watching...
The night
enter a fresh new realm.
The same day is cast in different hue...
Vibrance in colours dissipate...
Siphoned,
consumed by the dark.

Watching...
And feeling my presence
blend into nothingness.
This night reeks of
blatant nonchalance.
Careless shadows stretch and dance
as I wrestle with my vision
to determine mindless silhouettes.

Watching...
The trailing taillights
of nocturnal traffic.
In my city that never sleeps.
They simply disappear into the dark
with each tick of the hand.

Watching...
The half moon,
eaten away by the void.
Minutes elapse into eternity.
And seconds beat hard
upon my bastion of hope.

Watching...*
The ground
that lay quiet before me.
This earth that bears my weight...
This earth that has my shadow
shackled to my feet...
Offers nothing but quiet solace...
Fighting to calm the storm
in my head.

ABOUT ME                                                        
I’m sitting here in this bed
Doing things, that I dread
With all these nurses, round me

I can’t seem to, get ahead
They just make me, lay in bed
And do things, which confound me

I must ***, in a jar
For number two, can’t go far
And the food, it just astounds me

I have wires, here and there
Gadgets hanging everywhere
And all these tubes, surround me

Ticking machines, which blink and beep
But never seem, to go to sleep
They put them here, to hound me

But, I’ll stick it out
Without a doubt
Even if, it kills me
BOEMS BY JA 274        
Written in hospital 2014

the sky is the colour of ceres porcelain
or an oil painting of a windy isle,
the hot sun softens,
the days easier, the clouds
are white like patches on
blue jeans, the cooler air
conjuring the blues of the
skies, mystical and haunting,
the stream’s summer greys
singing of rusty pools and
white linen, as babbling water
falls from the mountains
and rushes to breathe.
summer becomes tender,
opens her heart to the
beauty of the sky, lingers
with flashy sunlight, and
touches of brilliance to
those water-colour skies
and sends us adieus
and sweet memories
of children’s laughter
and happy, warm days.

we see the same sun
and stars
you and i
breathing in
the same air
tasting
the same water
and yet
we struggle
trying to teach
to teach each other
of our want to
be loved

soft and broken soul
you are already
beloved
you are precious
beyond measure
so believe me
when i say
even the smallest sparrow
knows of your heart
even when you
have no words to say

Like so many
times before,
she went out
into the dark
and pulled it
around her--
its cloak of
          charcoal
              staining
        her fingers
as she
grasped its
deeply opaque
fabric of smoke
turning her
eyes into mirrors--
mirrors reflected
inside out, thoughts
and feelings
brash and quiet
in their subtle
points of weaving
until the cold
gleam of shards
of the onyx air
clung to her form
like an inky abyss,
the very reverse
reflection
of black snow
spilling and seeping
into her essence,
filling the weeping
in whispery presence
until all she could do
was curl into the
soft embrace
of obsidian,
surrender her soul
to the starless sky
and let
it in

Every feeling is a  complete existence in itself,
Endowed with an infinity of nuances,
In a fractal chaos of symbiosis,
More than a harmony,
A fusion of all,
In the same duration.
That intensity shared,
Inseparable in the uniqueness,
That ephemeral eternity,
Before forgetting itself.