don't pick up the phone,
tell me that my voice is the
nails digging into your back
on a lonely saturday night
and you can't bear the pain anymore

don't hold my hand,
tell me that my iron grip
has crushed your heart for what
feels like the last time and
you can't wait to find out if it's true

don't answer the door,
tell me that the sight of me
spilling my guts on your porch
is a mess that you just can't
bring yourself to clean up this time

She is so beautiful in graces so looks like God's grace
When she blossoms touches eternal beauty face to face
The moment I see her I travel with her just on her pace
There is no one like her she seems to be from fairies race

Your hair are on your face as moon is hidden in the cloud
You make me spell bound even if you are in thick crowd
Your graces of beauty make you stubborn and proud
God is so kind to you hence with His beauty you endowed

Let give me your hand in my hand to run to paradise
You are His gift His prize for me to bestow His surprise
Be my sweetheart in my arms and make me wise to rise
My love, my love is in your servitude your beauty a prize

My gift of God No flower can surpass you in your style
Please be my love in this transitory world may for while
In the entire world you will not find lover like me so loyal
You my sweetheart are daughter of the sky I am son of soil

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Im convinced, that the most powerful force on earth is Love.

Love. I fell in love with life.
Given the opportunity to open my eyes to a sunrise across a white sandy beach. Beaming rays rising, lifting my heart from the ache that devoured it these last few years. Love. I fell in love with the rain that fell upon my face as I danced with a stranger in the streets at nightfall..washing away the age I carried after my last heartbreak. Love. I fell in love with laughter as I allowed myself to wholeheartedly laugh from the belly and simply let go..being fully present with the smiles surrounding me and falling into the freedom of acceptance..
Love. I fell in Love with God again... as I soaked up all of the beauty that surrounded me...feeling the fabrication of each of these moments.."meant to prosper and not harm"
As I let go of the guilt of life's stumbling blocks.
Love. There's simply nothing..like authentic, genuine, pure, honest, real, absolute love.
It Heals, holds, lifts and reconstructs the heart, instills hope in the hopeless, fills the gaps where life's afflictions wear deep, and creates a warm invite of compassionate approval and a kindness so generous...it literally revives the Soul

I wake
from dreams of you
like waves of the ocean
that break
upon the shore

a persistent feeling
of dissatisfaction
hovers quietly
above me
making no sound
but

always falling
always dripping
always coating me
so that every damp
footstep
I leave behind
reminds me
it will never leave me alone

the wetness
from my raincloud
and
the water
from the ocean of my dreams
become
the same liquid
that permeates my being

interchangeable
undistinguishable
from one another

tell me -
why do I dream
of disappointment?