i.

spring's grey moons
everything is still
the hush of the skies.

ii.

first new buds
white cloud of hawthorn
morning's broken ghosts.

iii.

strengthening sun,
iron and feathers sky,
bird like a speck.

iv.

blue edge of sky
sunlight on flashy wings
empty world.

v.

clouds of drowning white
blowzy sweetened breeze
tall grasses sway.

vi.

first spring gust,
shadow on the earth
song of the rain.

vii.

surreal morning tide
hurrying wave
kiss for my love.

viii.

tide going out
seaweed-covered rocks
cry of a gull.

ix.

sea-spray hits a sail
anchor lowered down
ropes thrown to shore.

When that blood flowed green
And trees were red
Skin was bark all hard
weathered showing
The marks of hurricanes
The dearths of rain
Skies glowed orange in night
And gray each day
The lakes all turned inside
Out where blues were down
And brown silt atop
The roots of things grew up
And flowers down
Bodies dead were above ground
People like moles once did
When the sun was yellow
And not her now deathly gray
People went underground
To live
Where dirt was white and grass
Was the ceiling
And not a day was recorded since
The day the
Colours
Turned around.

Tiny little inchworm
Moving right along.
But then came a bird
To rob him of his song.

The Right Door
One has to be prudent to understand
What is right and what is totally wrong
Love and life has the resonating band
To be stable and remain but strong

At times life is surrounded by disgust
It becomes difficult to go through path
Take care to be right is but just must
Not differentiating whats sheer wrath ,


Let intelligence prevails to respect adore
Innocence is bless not a heinous crime
Rest assure we have to sail to the shore
The right door will open at the right time

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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