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 Oct 2016 May
Oby
Guilt
 Oct 2016 May
Oby
Guilt is a lone dark wolf.
It runs, ducks and weaves,
Daring you to pin it down.
Its doleful howl is unrelenting.
You long to put it out of its misery
But it is ever elusive,
Taunting you with its agility.
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 Oct 2016 May
Valsa George
What wealth for us humans to fare
The gift of power, the will to dare
Wit so sharp and insights rare
Hearts to share and souls to care

      The prime motif in God’s divine design
In us, the body and soul mysteriously intertwine
We are bestowed with intelligence to discern
And light and warmth like candles to burn

In kingly glory we stand ***** n’ tall
Over all animals that beneath us crawl
Blessed generously with copious gifts and skills
And discretion to ward off all sinister ills

Though here on Earth, uncrowned we be
We are the royal princes of the life to be
And legal heirs to celestial glee
After our perilous voyage across the sea

We are flung unasked into this world
And the gift of life to us is generously furled
Never let the vessel of life go adrift
      Steer clear of the shoals n'storms and guard this gift!
Man is a bundle of contradictions and possibilities… His ingenuity has no limits! In fact life is a wondrous Gift from God! Unfortunately many try to quit it in the face of adversities! If we wait patiently and brave the storms, we will see the turbulence calming down! This is the message I want to give through this poem! ‘Life a gift’…. Love the topic and thanks to Jordan rains for choosing such a beautiful topic!
 Oct 2016 May
ryn
Painter
 Oct 2016 May
ryn
The crescent moon be my perch.
        A bough from which I extend my arm.
Careful fingers grasp my brush...
And with it I shall fill the void
with the universe.                

               The crescent moon be my hammock.
Upon which I lean fully into,
to seek restful recluse.                
Should my body start to buckle...
        From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.

   The crescent moon be my anchor.
From which I draw                
my inspiration and strength.
                   She would cradle and sway me gentle...
      When wilting hearts spill unto me
the callous wiles of the world.    

The crescent moon be my well.        
A fount through which my palette        
remains full with an                                 
abundant array of silvery white.        

Just so...                                 
I could conjure for others,
       what their hearts so desire.

Just so...                      
I could grant them       
             needed solace and tranquillity.

Just so...                 
                          I could infinitely paint for them
the stars...
Violent love tide make me just to surge
Beauty crops up like a thunder to merge
A chain of excellence makes to converge
A wonderful relation is bound to emerge

My sweetheart you carry a gift of beauty
Our chain of love is for ever evergreen tree
The price of  relation could never ever be
Whatever might be just the aspect and plea

Let my sweetheart celebrate this love chain
Let us play hide and seek in drizzling rain
Beauty is a suture while love carries pain
Lovers are bound to pass through disdain

My satisfaction is all because of resonance
Just a glance is responsible for occurrence
My desire is not more than  your presence
Now I carry along with me your fragrance

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Oct 2016 May
Autumn Rose
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But I see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
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