She sits on the dresser
Waits to be opened, the sound is pure
My sister watches her for hours
On a cold winters night, my father is out
My mother is worried and wakes me
I must accompany her to look for him
As my sister dreams
We drive for what seems eternity
Looking.. Searching..
We give up.
The worst thing I see
His truck in the driveway....
His hands around my mothers neck
My mother cries to break my heart once again
He goes to bed.. Throws my mother out
My mother will freeze
I awake my sister. We must help her.
We call out to her from our bedroom window.
We carefully remove the obstacles
Do not make any noise
We cannot awake the monster
She cries.. We are afraid
As we try to pull her into warmth
He awakes...
He storms in
Shoves my mother out.
He throws the wind up dancer at her.
The music plays...
I lay quietly in bed
I lay as I hear my mothers cries
I lay as I hear the ballerina dance
I lay as the music breaks my soul.

My lips turning grey from the lack of warmth and even maybe love.
I tend to have random shivers time-to-time, with cold hands that seem lifeless.
Some people visit their friends or family and ignore me because they assume I am different, I am alone, and they are above.
My heart shrieks of distress because my body has been compressed within these four walls, and no-one to press against.

Minutes, hours and days have passed where no-one has asked me why am I here or what has started this.
Is there really no life for me that will become a bliss.
Should I give up now because the pain is too much to repair
I feel as if I am not a prisoner, but treated like a caged bear.

She makes me feel like superman, so why should I fear.
I am on-duty to protect her, love her and care for her
My only kryptonite are her tears.
She says "you're silly", "overprotective" and "nhnhnhnhnh"

I treat her like my Cleopatra, what she says goes
Will I soon fade out like her past affairs.
She worries too much, she shouts at me, oh how she woes
What else to do but listen, I mean I do truly care.

She asks me; "Do I look fat", I didn't hesitate to give my honesty
You're beautiful everyday, I love everything about you.
She calls me a liar, she starves herself to satisfy others constantly
I say to her that I want to lay with you.

What am I. Your friend, your boyfriend  your fiancee or husband
You say I'm crazy and tell me you love me, but am I enough.
We visit twice a month, yet we are both in London.
Am I a person who you met just for a bluff

My miss let me kiss and to bring to life flowers of spring
Allow me to take you in arms and embrace just to bring
All taste to life and to celebrate moments happily  to sing
Song of love in praise of beauty to be real queen and king

I know how beautiful you are my little innocent lovely dove
Let me caress your softness and to celebrate all my real love
Forget about how I came in contact with where and just how
Forget about the past forget about all in future but just now

I want you to just be in me and flow in me like singing water
Let us be frank and straightforward to follow the love charter
Let me take your beauty as my mission and let me be martyr
Please appreciate beauty is not a commodity love is not barter

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

All colors of the rainbows are in your grace
My love you are so beautiful and just so cute
When you come hand in hand and face to face
My eyes take you on my heart becomes flute

Let me tell you how sweet is your appearance
Do not ask me my love about your graceful gait
You travel in me with your fantastic fragrance
Let me state clearly my sweetheart I can not wait

I do not have words to explain all your graces
What I understand you are beyond that limit
My heart and soul are under your feet for traces
If I touch you, you will vanish being so delicate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

dragging forth a smile
i stand before the storm
of teenage angst
set down on worn carpet

we are in the eye
at rest, becalmed

but just for now

soon the winds
will blow and crack
and the seas
will roil and seethe

and from the mouth
all things vile will
spout and spew

and I and my albatross
will rue, having awakened

but I will smile
even as the albatross
whimpers and hides

for my smile
is my defence
against
this incoming
kingtide

of hormonal  soap  opera
that is  this class
of seveteen teenage
pains in my ****
this farce of bed hopping
and sloppy breakups
followed by anguish
and x rated make ups

all played out before me
like reality tv

and I and the albatross
smile and stand
thinking ....
one more semester
then
I am gone from this land.....

My albatross and I ... can take to the sea

The confidence that I gave her
abolished that insidious
shroud of self doubt
she wore about her shoulders,
but now it seems
that when she believes
in herself
I don that cold shroud
and hide in it's folds
of insecurity.

The light I held her in
cast me in the shadow
of her darkness,
and now the brightness
that she shines with
just tends to hurt my eyes
and burn my skin.

I'm happy this way,
cold and afraid,
because though I may lose her,
I know this to be true,
it'll be her turn to find someone
that is lost in the darkness
and make them shine brightly too.