Was it you, who burned a city At my fingertips? I’ll blame it On the rampaging fire wildflowers Suffocating California. Either way, I cannot breathe.
What haunts me? It’s you, isn’t it. The 12-33, code 12-56, No help is coming, “Refusal to comply” morphs to “missing persons,” reporting The silence. The screech, the blip Of a scanner, seeing red, Like I could hear the pain Of a few thousand shaken children Who lost Their mothers To a cloud of noxious smoke.
That’s what haunts me. Isn’t it. Children, charred and homeless, Roaming crumbling streets.
there’s a magnetic colored wall around your soul when guitar strings get caught like light aflame I’m blinded as stars, extinguished, bright and transcending slowly can’t see the false magnetic draw to you anymore falling into the winds, beautiful revealing there then I see, it’s not a false pull that has been seeping me into a sky colored in tropic vast delusion there’s a pole and my sun sets there you were there before I knew, you’ll be there now
My heart is on fire It is like a battle zone A war But every time the war ends Everything is broken Set alight I am shattered Like glass that was dropped But wasn’t picked up My heart is a battle field My heart is aflame
My love wants to kiss my lips, they utter her name In sheer love she is extending a remarkable acclaim This lovely and wonderful gesture celebrates aflame Love and beauty are in one frame for common flame
From time immemorial she has taken my heart ,abode Being a poet she seems to me a love sonnet and an ode In search of love we have opted to take a common road My love,love is in chain of your beauty like a-la-mode
Let us be together and to celebrate love in real harmony Let's not whisper with wind rather communicate clearly My love the universe has not seen such wonderful beauty My beloved give your hand in my hand to cover journey
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow