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 May 2017
Golden Scarf
You've gone for a week
Yet it seems like a year

No idea what to eat
Yet their is a feast

The days are short
Yet the hours weak

So here I am waiting ..
Waiting for you to come back
To mama
 May 2017
Golden Scarf
Is it over yet ?
Because I cant take it no more
Has everyone given up ?
Because I cant keep up no more
Is it just me ?
Or everyone alone together
Fighting the war of loneliness
Only to survive another day
But to hope for a better future
For I must have the strength to see another day
So I ask again
Is it over yet ?
Because I cant wait for it to be over soon
waiting In hope
 Apr 2017
Jawad
When I
Remembered
Your name

When I
Imagined
Your smile

Heart beat...
                   ...Heart beat

When I
Received
A message

Containing
Some of
Your thoughts

                        Bright eyes...    
Bright eyes...

When I saw
Your face
Blushing

From
Something
That I did
Say

                     Hot ears...
                     Hot ears...

When I listened
To your voice

Whispering
Something
So cute

Goose bumps...goose bumps...

When I
Noticed that
Your eyes

Started to
Tear from
My talk

Melt
       Down
                  ....
                  Melt
                           Down...

But since all
Is over
Now

Everything
Feels
So mundane

                      
Silence.

                    Just.

Silence.
Interactions feel so stimulating and emotions so intense when we are in love. The rush disappears after its over, and only silence and a feeling of tiredness remains...
When I resort to images the real beloved disappears
Whatever remains in my red eyes are my just tears
In her wonderful company I am like with soothsayers
In her absence I am surrounded by lot many fears

What a trust and what is love I just can not explain
It travels like pain in my body just chain after chain
It is like a love dance just in monsoon drizzling rain
Love is a matter of heart which has nothing to brain

Faith in love is like a particle of sand in the waves
Like a moth strangling in the deep,and dark caves
What we can expect from the relation of the knaves
What an insanity we are searching truth in the graves

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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 Apr 2017
Dreamer
I hate nice girls. Just exchanging hello makes me nervous. Texting just even makes it worse. If i get a call then for the rest of the day i keep checking my phone history with a wide grin on my face. I know the truth, they're just being kind. Anyone kind to me is also kind to others. I resent everyone for getting that. If reality is cruel then lie is kindness, and so kindness itself is a lie. I'd always hold expectations that i'd always misunderstand and at some point i just stopped hoping. An experienced loner doesn't fall for the same trick twice. As a veteran on this battlefield of life, i'm an expert at loosing. That's why i'll always hate nice girls.
 Apr 2017
Dark Delusion
You woke up, showered and thinking about what else you should do.

Until you met her.

Standing in the empty street.

The street light lit up as so did your eyes.

your eyes was on fire, because she was burning you up.

She haven’t noticed you looking at her.

She never left your gaze.

Her red dress hugging all her figures.

She stared forward, never tearing her eyes away.

You blinked and she had disappeared.

You felt numb as you looked across the street to find her.

Kissing someone that wasn’t you.

You backed away, woke up and showered.

Continued on your daily routine of never have seen her.
 Apr 2017
Sarita Aditya Verma
We don't speak often
We don't meet often
That doesn't mean that the care for one another is lost.
Testing times are the ones when
Brotherhood, neighbourhood
And most importantly Friendships
comes to the fore !!
And that is what
humanity
and neighbourhood is all about !!
There are so many times when we don't actively and actually talk to a person.
But , I believe that the telepathic conversations are always happening!!
Will be meeting a friend today , with whom I haven't chatted in months,
but she is always there on my mind and so am I on hers !!
Time to catch up and have a great chat !!
If Easter is a celebration for some
it is a quiet time
when spring is waiting to become
when birds start fretting building their neat nests
and sing their arias to the sun
hammer rhythms on the tall dead trees
we even here the sound of buzzing bees

shy flowers rise from sodden brown black earth
lifting their heads to open wide
little faces of light to show their place
the air is damp and bright and fresh
we open the windows take a deep breath
we're still alive to see to feel to sing
so lets rejoice now lets begin

Margaret Ann Waddicor 13th April 2017
Say what you will. This came as I was about to say Happy Easter to my sister.
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