Being  a silly girl you mix love and lust
Beauty aspires love to touch and burst
This is what is her confidence and trust
When love becomes rusty in sheer rust
Ashes go to ashes and dust goes to dust
Beauty is not entity understood by jurist
Beautiful girls come on tour to be tourist
Love is matter of heart beauty for analyst

My love you believe not in love but greed
You are in deed of a deed which wants seed
Please understand purity ,chastity not to read
Love needs self negation sacrifice to breed
A friend in need they say is friend indeed
Love is remembrance of beloved bead by bead

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Life is Messy

I love you deeply
and greatly
but lately
I'm lost
and floundering
and fooling
myself
that I'm sane
and I try in vain
to straighten my path
and still my wrath,
but alas.
I
have
failed.
I have faltered, my love,
and
I do believe
I have completely
fallen
apart.

I write
from all the corners of my heart.
I write from every chamber,
from every ventricle that pumps the blood
that circulates throughout my soul.
I write
when I am succeeding as a human being
and I write
when I fail,
and sometimes,
I fail on a grand scale,
but at least I write.
I write.

Tight roping the catwalk of life's hopes and dreams

I  tiptoe through trying to avoid hurting myself upon

Jagged pieces of broken glass

Obstacles to my aims and desires

Atop the saffron walls of my blue sky thinking.

From here I could allow myself to fall into blackness

containing all possibilities

Or stay safe aloft and on high

Continuing to follow my narrow path

My feet tire of this peregrine journey

And yearn to search for colours new

To allow myself to pass through deepest black

Through to purest white

And enter the rainbow

Where in life's spectrum

All souls glow within its flow.

It's Still a Beautiful World

...full of beautiful people.
Even though the news tells us otherwise.

So let's come together-
those with hearts that
radiate
love and kindness.

Let's embrace the angry and the forlorn
instead of fear them
and hate them
because we cannot, have not
walked a mile in their shoes.
Just stop.
Think.
Breathe.

Reach out.
Extend yourself in kindness and
maybe then,

maybe then we can staunch the blood
that flows from this wound
we all created.