Let Me Celebrate
Your smile of angels make me intoxicate
Your lovely cheeks carry moles like guards
My sweetheart my love let me celebrate
Beauty has to play all now on love cards
Who can describe the slow wind on sea
She is like a swan in mood to just dance
Love is the answer what circumstances be
There is symphony in just real love chance
Let me praise my love like a worshipper
All what transforms me to you in a glance
Your wonderful beauty makes always to stir
Then I do realize my love, my romance
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

( Sonnet )*

Red oak floors, under easy wing chairs,
A panorama view into mature gardens,
Mountains crested beyond always blue
And ever, the sweep, night lap of moon.

Woodland birds from afar come and go,
Some gentle greetings of fawn and doe,
The occasional eagle or raven laid high,
Let off stages for contemplations arrive.

This room, both door and windows keep,
Under impossible sparkle of starry sheet,
Makes real, of waking dream to lost poet
Who travels, mindful, into woeful mystic,

As chain of rains and sun meld to inspire,
Any words which a muse might set afire.

He thinks of another way
to tell her he's sorry
how he has always done
too many times before
it's the same as yesterday
she's tired of the worry
and games he likes to play

Yeah he knows he's hanging on
by just one single thread
when her tears she no longer cries
and she pretends to hear nothing he said
she's already two steps gone
from being just another memory

Through her words in silence
she will speak no more
as he hides behind his lies
inside her another piece of him dies

Love no longer echoes the night
where he lies next to her in bed
she just turns away her head
and turns out the light
as he tries to kiss her goodnight

She can only dream now alone
where on an empty Ocean's shore
she stood so long on her own
with just another lonely moonlight
she held inside a shadow's dance
Spiritwind ©2016

He said, 'I can watch your dedication but not your duty,
With tight lip I stood there making d morning more silent...
He said, 'You love your work because your respect beauty,
In a blub way I resumed with Adam lily calmly to nascent...
He said, 'I love these flowers because it is a symbol of peace,
I inhaled d fragrance with a woe thought that it is also a symbol of love, He said, 'Which is d thing I swine the most'? ? ?
Turning my face n saying, 'The plucking of flowers, will it cease'? ? ?
He said none, looked in my eyes with my problem unsolved,
It is a reason to smile, same time, I am groaning cause its branch is my stove, my life of worst...

Thinking at the speed of light must be like –
Touching a popsicle under typhoid’s fever.
Could it be the scent of sorrow for someone else?
An error buried but burrowed? Borrowed?
I’d imagine, “it,” a bird at my sill
And resulting boot through the air;
Broken before(s), bludgeoned becomes,
So cracks the smile, so cracks the mirror,
So breaks and so becomes,
The speed of light.

Your eyes, the sun, the way they glint and glare  
I cannot help but see through crystal glass
The way you tempt my mind unto despair,
Longing for something, far now come and passed.
Now I the Icarus, I thought I'd thrive,
Again your mind hath lured me to your soul
But turn away, and I, thine heart deny
A burning love within, I must console.
You do not know the way you pierced my heart,
Mistook my dismal speech for friendly thought-
Whilst I must not my views to you impart,
I see that all my trials lead to naught.
Regardless, in my arms I wish you home
Still welcome here wherever you may roam.

Turn around and feel me here
This rhythmic sense of undue love, unclear
Your hand resting in mine a simple sign
Yet your love, one so divine
Is more confusing than the heart of thine

An uncertain wave of strange perfume
And laughter from the other room
It sparks my mind through leaps and bounds
Remembering the time I found… you
A time only we shared

Does it sit in your mind like mine?
A weight beyond the reach of time
Yet lofty in the sense of grace
The way it sets a lighter pace
This love within my reach, without my grasp

So I come to the first thought,
Emotion you have not sought
Found here in the dynamic ebb and flow
A love given, and taken slow
We will find our way out