The Morning is shining
Bright sun shining
Bright your beauty
Is perfect like the
Shining sun your
Truly beautiful
And bright
As the sun.

She is so innocent considers love as a play
She does not know what price has to pay
Love demands one to tread on thorny way
Beauty is so soft it is like light and like ray

So difference is apparent hence to reconcile
Love is to bear more pain in life for a while
Love is a like a seed and beauty is like soil
For love it is a test for beauty it is just smile

My innocent beloved allow me to embrace
I want you in my eyes I want you face to face
My blunt love is in search of your charm,grace
Please understand my love what is love base

Love is a communication which is one on one
You are a streak of light I am a burning sun
Do not listen to the rivals it is not just a fun
When I am alone I carry you along but none

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

As diverse as life.
India is a country,
Where life itself
Is filled with life.

Kiss of muse is like arrow of cupid
It seeks sacrifice from blood to blood
When love behaves like a violent flood
Then beauty presents it more candid

Charms and graces play their role
When cheeks are kissed on thy mole
When love travels from pole to pole
Then soul just also loses its control

Love with beauty makes dance in rain
Pleasure takes over but every pain
What ever is, loss sparkles like gain
Then love takes over beauty as chain

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Do you believe in Science Fiction?
You can have Jedi as a religion,
Led by a guru vader,
Leading the faith traders,
Jedi swords as new excaliburs,
Or are they non-sequiturs?
Yes, Jedi to seek their grail,
May the force be with you today!

There are wolves in the forest
I'm the moon to which they howl

Thousands of stars ******
I'm the black sky in which they lie

Leaves fall from the trees
I'm the wind which carries them

Branches crack and plunges
I'm the sound of devastation

Saplings grow and evolve
I'm the light which guides them

Shrooms chatter and wonder
I'm the mellow forest bed

Trees stand as giants
I'm the solid ground of rock and soil

I am Everything

What is the world teaching our young?
Now a new day on Earth has begun,
There's terrorism as a new tourism,
Using as a mask, any schism,
We all accept this as a norm,
It's time for attitudes to reform,
Terrorists are made, not born,
We are educating our young in new wrongs,
But to one human race we all belong,
How to pass this baton on?
This question we should ask,
To find solutions to this task,
Old peaceniks sit and wonder,
While our broken youth shall ponder,
They're using as a mask, any schism,
Why is terrorism  the new tourism?

I've got vines for my veins and roots for my laces
Leaves for my hair that hangs over empty eyes, graceless
It's coming from up under my branches
All this air could've been wasted on dead faces

Tell me what you're thinking
Put it into words for my inkling
Tickle me with jokes
But watch out for my ribbing

Power only consumes
But love it always feeds you
And I love it
When you breeze through

And I'm moving
To windy grooving
As you sing me
All your favorite musing

So baby won't you cut me
Down but don't you burn me
Wear me as a locket
Don't you ever lose me

Or I'll lose me

Here in poets' glory, we bask....
Not long ago, a bard did ask,
"When did poetry become ethnography?"
Verse is part of human anthropology,
Even part of Christianity,
Millions of people read the psalms,
Millions of folk read their Koran,
As part of their faith of Islam,
Poetry is a sweet and sour dish,
You can interpret as you wish,
Each verse is a snapshot of society,
Part of our cultural anthropology,
So, "When did poetry become ethnography?"
This muse has set us a task,
Good question to ask, good question to ask,
As here, in poets' glory, we bask.....