If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
Now,
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.

Painting with words          

The ash in the wood burner is still warm white and esoteric
an unborn dream a sin to shovel into a sink bucket when
it looks holy and ought to be strewn upon the tranquil sea
with the first drop of rain the ash in the bucket a dust cloud
disperse like souls in the forest but, as the shower increases
the ash drowns becomes silt when the rain stops, and the sun
warms crops the grieving has passed

Displaced Resident

Your soul anxiously stirs in me
You can take it if you so desire
My love my golden green sea
For your sake I am ready to retire

I am indebted to you for the gift
How dare I should utter a word
My heart and soul is just in a rift
I know I will no more be heard

Love surpasses all I understand
Beauty takes care of the incident
Same frequency, on same band
I am but a real displaced resident

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

The rain does fall upon the street,
Of Flushing bright at night,
The place where grey concrete does meet
With crystal droplets bright.

Around the crowded corner late,
There're signs with neon lights,
With crowds who view, who conversate,
While longing for new sights.

Upon the lengthy crowded lane,
The people roam around,
While skies are pouring tender rain,
Along the city sound.

The signs describe the tasty foods,
So much and more to pick,
The nightly times do set some moods,
Attracting people quick.

I'm singing songs about this place,
At early twilight times,
About its sights, about its ways,
So happily with rhymes.

The olden buildings are combined,
With lights of bright neon,
Who're making pasts with now aligned,
Like the poet Gihon.

Dust me off
      As if
I had never been tucked away.
      As if
Time never lapsed
into a greater space.

Dust me off
and see me only as I am now.
     As if
I never have been beyond
or before
this moment.

Dust me off
Placed on a shelf to protect                  
     As if
it is worth watching fade.
     As if
This corner holds enough light
       Just for me.

Dust me off
    And see me
through the looking glass.
    As if
For once
I'm not to delicate
for touch.

i spent all my time
being emotional


i spent all my time
being stupid

i never came to know
which love was mine

so alone in my mind
searching for a cupid

reaching for something
i could find and live with

now there are no lines
and nothing rhymes

it's all a blur and i'm so blind
living off of the fumes
of a dream so lucid


if i never wake
it's fine

i don't need you
to remind

never used a gun
i don't need the shine

don't know anyone
but so many promises
to blind

i don't need your sun
whatever is fine

go ahead
you can remove it

annihilate the sky
the voice from my eye
keep the universe muted


it wasn't mine
to begin with


i'd rather stay high
in your world i can't fly
it's so polluted


without wings
i would crash and die

at your place
words are all ink and lies

there's no magic
and you've never asked why

there's so much more
and you refuse it.


i spent all my time
being emotional

i spent all my time
being stupid

i never came to know
which love was mine

so alone in my mind
searching for a cupid

i spent all this time
being so normal

maybe the confusion
was deluded

i spent all my mind
being someone else

that i could never be me
to do ****