One thousand times I say your name
One thousand minds has essence changed
One thousand miles we are away
One thousand leaps that my heart makes

Every time we touch through the aether
Each time I relate to you so much deeper
Every time and time again I try
Each and every time to find

One hundred reasons to decline the calling
One hundred voices beg choice for remorse
One hundred lessons will I learn before
One hundred blessings be branded yours

In time this reeling feeling of what was had
In time you will descend from mind to hand
In time the scent of what was known
In time shall rest upon life's blissful throne

Ten times I behold the beauty
Ten times will I be bold before
Ten times this cold I shake from my crown
Ten times more will your name resound

Time is fickle
Time is taught
Time will settle
Time is short

One mind
One heart
One life
One chance

Nothing
But time
Is all we ever have
To love is to know
That which time
Under stands

I am in Fire
Your beauty surpasses all in grandeur
My love comes up to glow and endear
Both of us are but in search of treasure
Hence occasion brings ultimate pleasure
Beauty sparkles with beams of light
I can't explain the pleasure of flight
But surely I am surrounded by delight
Glare has taken over but my sight
Her face hidden in veil,hand in glove
I am caught don't know why and how
Let me vehemently declare my dove
I am in fire because I am in true love
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Be my muse tonight, my love.  
Inspire me in my dreams.
In poetry, I'll think of you
where starlight always gleams.

As Morning Glories catch the sun,
I'll capture you in rhyme.
My heart will sing your praises
while you make my spirit climb.

The raindrops are a mockery
that try to match my tears,
which fall like diamonds on my cheeks
each time our parting nears.

Your eyes like pools of amber
often take my breath away.
Your lips demand attention
and my ardor doth obey.

Be my muse tonight, my love.  
Ensnare me with a kiss.
Enslaved my heart shall ever be
a prisoner of your bliss.

Keep Away From Flames
Innocence in its own fragrance doesn't know
The reality of things in just their actual image
Like a stream of life it but has to certainly flow
To be in resonance to keep intact the bridge
Beauty gives air to love with burning passion
To take on the path and destiny so determined
Hence every thing crops up in its style ,fashion
In state of real love entire universe is stunned
My sweetheart do not touch the chord of love
It has lot of fire which you should have learnt
Please be realistic my sweet innocent dove
Keep away from the flames, less you get burnt
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Pondering the gnarled vineyards of twilight,
It is for these grapes that I hunger,
For they have survived the drought and the blight,
Bearing scars of days when they were younger

The fruits of old love are tender and sweet,
For they've learned to endure sun and shade;
Keeping strong through gale force winds, snow and sleet,
Their true value has been measured and weighed

Old love seeks beauty deep within the heart,
The wrinkled face and the graying hair
Matter not, yet what a sting they impart
To the lonely tangled in Time's cruel snare

Observe the pearl fishers - they're not concerned
With the oyster's shell, but with the prize
That's dwelling deep inside, for they have learned
They might find a gem in cunning disguise

Satisfying are the fruits of old love,
So patiently they wait to be claimed
By soft, wizened hands, gentle as a dove,
Yet displaying passion's touch, unashamed

Love that has withstood the test of the years
Is a love that's worth its weight in gold;
In spite of all the sorrows and the tears,
Old love can still bear fruit a hundredfold

How blessed are we who can see love's sweet truth
Unfolding before our very eyes;
We don't need the exuberance of youth
To yield to love's call  under star-filled skies!

Old love has had its feet held to the fire,
And it emerged, still able to stand;
It survived the bogs of life's muck and mire,
What more can be said ..... for sure, old love's grand!

The words "true love" can mean so much,
   if loving that right girl;
She'll turn your nights to sunny days,
   and rock your whole wide world.

Her love is like vast rolling hills,
   grass blowing in the breeze;
The scent of springtime wafting in,
   to set your mind at ease.

Her strength is like a lightning bolt,
   loud crash, a thunderous roar;
Sheer power behind the mighty seas,
   an anchor cast on shore.

Her beauty's so magnificent,
   huge mountains capped with snow;
As sun's horizon meets the land;
   a sunset's peaceful glow.

Her touch, a soft and tender touch,
   a drop of gentle rain;
It brings such joy into my heart,
   her touch can ease fierce pain.

Her heart's so full of tenderness,
   each beat confirms her love;
A precious package sent to me,
   from Heavenly Father above.

So now you see how rich I am,
   in love I've got the world;
Since finding her I have it ALL-
   my gem, my gorgeous girl.

Life
Life is a continuous chain of very many pains
At times up to top at times down town trains
Full of wrath, odds trials tribulations, disdains
In thundering light in snow and in drizzling rains

Love and life are just connected stage by stage
Where human anxiety converts in anger and rage
From birth till death we are imprisoned in cage
But we emit and accept all light streaks like a sage

You may love one or very many blooming in a row
When spring touches cheeks they glow to show
This is how life stream is to encounter and to flow
Let sow love seeds my love to grow and to glow

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan