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 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Liam
isolation is nowhere
near your salvation.
just saying...
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Q
"Smile."
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Q
"Smile," she says. She knows me well.
I pick up the heavy corners of my mouth and,
Hammer and nails in hand, I attach them high on my cheeks.
She nods and smiles and takes my hand.

"You are happy?" she asks but there was no question.
I nod anyway, despite the fact that she knows, she knows me well.
I believe it because she said it and I won't question it and that's good.
Or perhaps it's bad, I still can't tell.

"Look at her," she murmurs and I've never heard that much scorn;
Her face twists into a disgusted caricature more bitter than bile.
She pats my hand absentmindedly and I do not copy her expression
But instead take her gentle reminder to smile.

"Not them. Not that," she tells me so surely and so I look away
She knows me so well, knows what I want and need
So well that I don't need to know myself. So well that I can't begin to.
She sees my doubt, reaches into the soil, and snatches up the seeds.

"Careful, be careful!" she implores me and I remember to be afraid.
She cares for me more than most, more than myself,
If anything were to happen to me, she'd be lost, she'd waste away.
I make sure to panic and underestimate my health.

"Don't speak." she says quickly, before I can make a request;
She wraps me up  in blankets of misplaced pride.
I bite my tongue and practice the art of restraint so as not to shame her.
When I feel the want, I avert my eyes.

"Did you forget?" she whispers and I am shaken and unsure.
I search my memories but I cannot recall whatever I'd forgotten.
She giggles but she is not happy and I scold myself harshly with a smile.
She does not stop me so I continue without end.

"Come back. Stay." she bids me and I truly want to;
She is everything I have ever known and she knows me so well.
There will be days where I will return to the warm circle of her arms.
Whether that's good or bad, I still can't tell.
Before the dawn's display
Before the rooster calls
And horses neigh
Hot coffee on my breath
Wearing an old hat
that's old as death
I set out in silence
Into the dark
Full of grit/pure providence

Wearing a backpack
Full of life

I cross the faceless row
Feel empty blackness as it weeps
Dark moon has the sun in tow
As the cold icy air
catches on my lungs
Freezing my nasal hair

The frost makes step unsure
I cross the boardwalk
The distance is my lure
I came prepared
I came to my senses
I feel freedom in the cold freezing air

Wearing a backpack
Full of life
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Jasmin
a skeptic and a believer
in one cracked soul;
a not so lover of words
and a poet in one beating heart;
a grotesque and a beauty
in one complex mind;

it’s a person against the world
and a human against himself.
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Maxwell
Atlas
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Maxwell
Light-deprived, I've lived in the night.
Treading terrain was my life-long plight.
Defeated, I convinced myself that light
would never, never reach my sight.
Then suddenly, I saw you.

All at once, your stars clothed my night.
Fractals of your light illuminated the earth,
putting an end to these endless nights.
You gave a gentle pull at the seams.
My once dark world now brims with light.

I gazed into your eyes as it gazed upon me.
In it, I saw clusters of dying stars and galaxies.
You had the whole universe hiding in your eyes.
Falling in love at the rate of infinity times infinity,
You became the endless universe I became helpless in.
/A/tlas
 Nov 2016 Randhir kaur
Ramin Ara
Beautiful forest
Sunlight filters through the trees
Sparkling water on the rocks
I do not believe in false love so please do not cheat
Lovers remain lovers they are not players for tricks
You played with my heart and stolen my heartbeat
World is a place full of all types of sham ***** chicks

Do not blame me blame but your self for the crime
You have taken my heart and soul to make me beggar
You are victim of your ambitions and I am victim of time
I don't think you do have any plea for the acts or answer

So let us pay farewell to each other and bid but just adieu
Hence forth we will not make notorious the sacred love
We are now just individuals and no more member of crew
Take your lust along and give back me love my clever crow

Col Mmuhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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