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If a delicate heart is placed within a strong grip,
It will never break.

But it is only once we see said grip released,
That we may witness how strong it was to begin with.

For those pesky shaky hands are always imitating,

What they could never be,
Just to get what they could never hold.
Those pesky shaky hands
Last words are for weddings and for funerals,

But in a weird and cruel way,

Love can be both.
Two Deaths and a Funeral
I want to claw at the sky,
see what masterpiece that Sun sneaks away
to paint behind its pale blue canvas,
see the backdrop of the moon's dress rehearsal.

I want to rip the seam of the horizon,
open the cage door of this illusion called reality
that we ceaselessly beat our wings against,
open the fabric and discover what lies beyond the known.

I want to climb to the tip of man's reach,
running far away from the land where right and wrong
are the boundary markers, instead
running to the secret caves in the atmosphere of ambiguity.

Essentially,
take me anywhere
no one's ever been
and everywhere
no one should go.
let's go on an adventure, darling.
A door shut was the summary
Of your world
And mine was following you
As your skin unfurled
Remember when the dog swallowed all of your happy days?
You didn't take them, anyway.
There was a song the sleep soft fur sang to the pills
"it could've been you, it could've been you. It would've been a dying thrill"
when his smirk turns to a scowl and his booming voice mentions a man named "lee"
I wish it had been me
There is something despicable about every mirror.
Not a cruel sharp corner
the cold glass
but a reflection of self without substance.
You are not the flushed cheeks,
You are the life in them.
At midnight I got up to see the magic of darkness
Your blooming beauty was spreading beams around
I was totally enthralled my joy was but boundless
In intoxication of wine of beauty I felt myself bound

Can I ask my love for few streaks to get illuminated
To feel the taste and flavor of your youth and prime
I do not mind my sweetheart even if you want blood
Our love will cherish and bloom in the chest of time

Accept my presence in front of your eternal grandeur
My love take me to your heart to make near and dear
Let me assure, for ever I will just remain your savior
When I am with  that takes away from me every fear

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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