The hinges of my arms
Will open like doors for you,

My mouth
Your welcome mat,

Hang your troubles on your back
Upon my shoulders,
Let me bear the weight.

Light the fire in
My tummy, hug me
And we will both be warmed,

Open up my windows
And I will air our thoughts,

My chest is a perfect cushion,
Where your head gently moulds,
Just stop and rest upon me
And let yourself unfold,

           . . .

So why don’t you slip your key in again,
The spare one, that matches mine.
See what you may unlock,

For I am what will house you,
When the world spits you out,
I will always be your shelter,

The place you can
Kick your shoes off and stretch your feet
For I am always here,
Saving you a seat.

In this home,
There will forever be,
A fire burning,
Windows open,
Doors ajar,

No matter how long you’ve travelled,
Or however near
Or far.

This home will always be here,
Eyes glowing,
Waiting for that key twist
In her door.

sit, relax and let your spine melt
into a cushion.
take me down to the bottom,
underneath your feet. Breathe.
do you feel it
drain down into your toes
and out your foot prints?
rest assured, that's my humble abode,
where you plant below, i stomp above.
rest assured, that's my humble abode.

we can dance on the landscape,
between the earth and undertow,
and boogie rhythms until late,
let's just not talk about it,
make peace with parasites,
the living and the dead,
do you feel it escape?
let's just not talk about it.
rest assured, that's peace with paradigms.

We are a mere mortal
Two fates in a maze

Our love was hallowed by Eros
The blind, yet aimed his bow
Right through my essence
Right through your essence

Our passion was bound by Aphrodites
Two doves nesting
Two swans in Narcissus pond
Channeling the energy in our rite

Tragedy,
Mortal forbade the sacrament
We seek to endure the fall
Becoming stars,
As we cross one another
In an boundless interrior
Of our abode.

Soul when left its origin wept and cried
Because she never wanted to be away
From her lover but became victim of tide
But then departed like a light ray to say

She will be back with her ultimate lover
And lover agreed for her real elevation
And sent her to bloom in real candor
This is how both sought real salvation

But after coming to the real taste of life
Soul became disappointed for her retreat
Who can say that who remained on knife
Taking this state heart came heartbeat

Now Soul is enchanted for her real abode
She remains thirsty to take water of source
But as a promise she can not break the code
Hence being dejected remains in remorse

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

The ether’d suggested,
          “Say something.”
                    I didn’t.

The photos bombarded,
          “Say something.”
                    And I didn’t once more.

His widow plead, cried,
          “Say something”
                    I couldn’t.

One daughter begged,
          “Remember?
                    And I couldn’t once more.

But I bought a cake,
           “Daddy?”
                    Lit the candles,
                              “Daddy?”
                 ­                       And he didn’t;
                                                  And he wouldn’t
                                       Answer,
Because I never did.

The diamond studded dome resplendent
we know as thought, is the abode of God,
the throne he sits is the most powerful
of seats, here he is alert all day and night,
if one invites Him with an awareness what it means,
His presence lights every  nook and corner of
each  thought's origin, path and culmination.
See a mouse and it's nemesis a wild cat
play together in peace like long time mates.

Just the result of a thought changing
it's course, moving like the God of peace.