Chiseled slightly, drained from colour.
Bones now just imitations of life, these remains left forgotten.
Realisation that it can all end so easily, your existence left insignificant.
Known more for it's death than it's eight years of life.
Sudden change changes everything, comes unannounced, death forces you to comply, to conform.
To make the illusion of your short lived life worth something.
Pieced together in a haphazard puzzle, never explained.
It's true story left unknown.

was i meant to love her?
allow all her secrets to seep
between my bones, kiss
my collarbone..run secrets
against my skin.

her eyes have shown
a flaming old soul
a sweet smile to have hid
where her mouth has been.
even when my thoughts
grow wary and  life
seems to caution me at
entrance,
to a heart made of shredded
moments and had darken over
with fear.

they say light attracts dark
and those who live
with all heart are betrayed
and yet i cant remember a face
but a soul. who never left ,
who stayed,
and a unrequited feeling

i have kissed many men
and still have not regain trust,
sensual and heavy handed
with secrets held caged.
Prisoned and slandered,
kissed and no standards.
How could you, grow a broken
soul?

her eyes had shown
a flaming soul; though
not ready for love.
i tuck my heart in, i draw
my bones in.
Bind up a heavy love, a heavy secret.
an unrequited angel
left alone and uneeded.

Love my love,so is pure to celebrate
Beauty needs its tenure to celebrate
My sweetheart I praise your graces
It is nothing but allure to celebrate
Man has conquered entire universe
It is just why every tour to celebrate
Your curves have given life to beauty
I ensure you to your contour celebrate
Poverty has gone down to the roots
We are busy for saboteur to celebrate
Truth has embraced altar in trance
Public is demanding savior to celebrate
Human values were overtaken by tricks
Innocence at stake is demure to celebrate
Harsh weather has taken dress  of trees
We are in a mood azure to celebrate
Pure have been sold like a commodity
Barons are ready impure to celebrate
Mehr is in chains like a sinner in trance
But just a fool intends tenure to celebrate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

The sunset sparkles on the seas here
And the wildlife is lush and diverse
The origin of species lies here
Encoded in the smallest of birds
The tortoise knows where he is going
He knows his place among the island
I have found true peace in these beaches
And my history amongst the bright sand
I can feel the entire world here

is this it...
my rush to an 8x8 cubicle
9 hours of mind numbing minutiae
my penance for a manicured, 4 bedroom, 3 level slice of suburban heaven
then my mind reviews all I've seen in my life
and I say
small price to pay.

Dreaming out my subconcious
because I miss the idea of us.

You were up high in my apartment tree,
swinging side to side in a wooden seat.
I called out your name
but you didn't hear me--
Kept smiling at what you couldn't see.

At another slumber sleep,
I drove my car to your Murrieta home.
Had a hundred friends in the back seat
which meant I wasn't alone.
I knew I had the means of a GPS
which meant I didn't have to guess.
Had my memory when I knew you best.
*******
I swear I knew my way there.
So why was I lost in some deja vu despair?
Could no longer find my way
to your home in the middle of the day.

At another slumber feat,
we walked hand in hand on the fashion island.
You pushed me away in a tone
replying to some big question with a No.
And as you walked away from me
in front of the crowd to see,
I ran around the island
weeping like a street drunkard.
Sirens appeared to me--
offering sympathy at my dismay
but I kept sulking in a haze.

I dream out my subconcious
because I miss the idea of us.
Bang Bang