You fill me to the brim Like coffee on a Sunday morning. Ive always loved that about you, you never gulped, you never rushed. You paused inbetween, inhaling the brewed coffee beans. You dipped into the cup with love and wonder, Always took little sips to make the feeling last longer.
I see you there on the terrace of a house that I must imagine, for I have never seen it in all the years we have been together- your house- that sits on the same piece of land as mine. The roads, the night, the days-that separate us. The words that fill this huge space between us little by little. Trying to bring me closer to you, these words day by day fill this city to its brim. Till I hear your heart from miles away. But I feel you are not mine As your words, like poison eat away my love. I miss those streets, the nights. I miss the days when there was more to this world, than you.
Forever loyal As important as a growing coyol Dirt poor or modest bank Her stance never waned All the buildings they built together caved But she never waved Goodbye to him Even when hope was so slim Some poor words were verbalized at the whim But none of us work well when the skies are this grim There's a sense of brim I see And it implodes me full of pertinent glee It is hard to say I now know As the day Goes by She is the reason My father stays sane No need to hydroplane I stay tame I haven't written love off With these women in the world I love you, Mom Thank you for teaching me what a real woman is like.
In sheer dejection one wants to touch brim of time This is how things are realized and just acted upon Man remains ungrateful and in a hurry not loyal From dawn to dusk and from dusk to real dawn
What a spice is a man what all he carries just along A guided animal taking conscious as his sole guide Intends always to collect wealth and life to prolong In all odds and tests is most illogical far and wide
Helplessness is within hopeless is but all around Tries to run from death which is just predestined His place is nowhere but from ground to ground He never opens up but remains throughout detained
Let me be frank we are just travelers in transit camp Where time determines our sole entry and our exit In the light of eternal lamp we either quit or put stamp Either we go fit or unfit either in-debited or in profit
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow