The cold December night wind reminds me of your voice,
reminds me of the baggage of polaroids of bitter sweet,
of velvet and grey,
of sleeping pill and happy pill.
I hope the night is kind to you.
i'm here wishing on 11.11 for
the bitter sweet polaroids are eternity.

Lonely, like the ancient ocean
flooding fast upon the sand

past a fading line of footprints,
ankle deep in surf she stands

casting wishes on the water
like a sprinkling of snow,

light they land but moments after,
melt into the waves, and go..

In good times people run side by side
In bad times spread just far and wide
In luxuries every girl wants to be bride
In difficult times even shadow to hide

World is strange place,a dangling deal
Where given injuries never ever heal
One can win who can put his real seal
World runs to them with sensual appeal

Even near, dear discard in helplessness
Let me be honest just to openly confess
World is full of people, cruel and callous
This is the circus which remains endless

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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