The day my soul separated from its origin
The day I feel really dejected and depressed
When soul to bloom I am waiting for season
Then the gloom will vanish when to abreast

Separation of soul created trouble to assimilate
My body is also in pain and torture of solitude
Meeting with the beloved will make moderate
My love will cherish to just celebrate my mood

Union will be hallmark of my real love pursuit
I will be like a newly born bud in love fragrance
My struggle to see my beloved will bear the fruit
When in trance I will see beloved in my presence

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

over there is a death practitioner who rides upon a dust covered sheet metal wagon with a squeaky wheel

comes and goes checking in like some kind of manic sales man

he's 6 foot 4 with a bald head that skims the door
heavy footed
eyes like a hawk
drinks a lot of whiskey
talks the **** talk
he's killed so much of me
not much left
but people can't tell
i'm a total wreck

he gives me the potions that are stacked up and poorly arranged in a quasi rusted pharmaceutical despensery and labratory

sometime in the dead of night when i sleep and the cats and crows won't make a peep