Tear the flesh from my bones
Til my soul is alone
And my body's a lake
Fed from red-running holes.

You are stagnant and cold
Like the moss on a stone
And a cesspool for sinners
Who you let come and go.

My love my sweetheart my last resort
On life long path allow me to escort
Your beauty in world is my only resort
You are mine and I am your real consort

Survival without you is never possible
My sweetheart you are my little angel
In sheer darkness you are my candle
My heart takes away your sweet dimple

Let me taste your lips and your graces
Let me take you on purely love basis
Nature dances when beauty embraces
Let us take now very many chances

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

He brought out the worst in me
Cruel actions and words his weapons
Ones he kept well oiled for use
Every syllable spoken in perfection
Hitting the bullseye of my patience
Bursting out a fury I long kept hidden
With a marksmen’s skills he teased out
Anger overcrowding my being like rain clouds
Bringing heavy showers of unrealistic vows
A wild gust of cruel decisions sweeping sanity away
He welcomed this flood with manic laughter

He brought out the worst in me
But
I still loved his soul
Though how cruel and selfish it truly was
Blinded by ancient kind actions
I skipped over the puddles of each storm
Hopping towards our reconciliation island
Hoping always for the sun to break out
Foolishly falling for the momentary calm
Putting the rest the rage and reality
Losing my fingers in the cords of us
Reattaching the damaged strings of trust
Dreaming of an ideality…..Us
But the truth broke in easily

In the finality of us
All that remained was nothing
An infinite of emptiness to run away from
Before it’s long tentacles pulled me in
Grief slithering into my heart
Taking full control of a shattered soul
A breathing living body
Now turned into a shell of nothingness
With sharp fingers I cut out the dead
Letting the ****** mess taint me
Until I let go with a sigh

Dusting away my disappointment
I got up
And walked away

Another chance
Another chance
I beg
Give me a second chance
.
.
.
Another chance
Another chance
I beg
Give me another chance
.
.
.
Another chance
Another chance
I beg
One last chance
...
No?
Why not?
Let me prove myself
Another chance
...
No answer...
I...
I blew it
Another chance you gave me more than once
And I haven't proven myself
I see...
Did I even deserve a third chance?
Did I even deserve a second chance?
Did... I ever deserve a chance in the first place?

Some people catch a chance
Make it big
Cash it in
And make their dreams come true

But for every hit
There's ten misses
For every love
Twenty hates

Life's a gamble
Either way
And I'm not saying that it's right
That some people find happiness twice
And others never
Find it at all

But God giveth and
He taketh away
Yet we still have faith
Because it's the only way
We'll make it through
Another day
Believing one more chance
Is always on its way

Cigarette-smoke blowing off balconies
And off our rusty intimacy
Took your hand, took a twirl and fell
Into an ocean of what we called taboo

I never swam to get to the coast
The incalculable company I chose
I never yelled out to lend me a boat
Just felt happy going in circles with you

Promising to take me to your favourite places
I warned you about the reducing space
Holding me fiercely in front of the Sharks
You loved me like I was your favourite place

One fine day I stumble across the coast
As hysterical as a blind man who can see
But I want to again swim away with you
So I turn towards you and start drowning
Cause nobody really fell into the ocean with me.

A girl met a boy on the beach
It was the sixth sunset of May.
She was wearing a crimson dress,
His hair was in a perfect set.

"I think I've seen you before," the boy said
"Yes," with determination in her eyes she added:
"You had seen me but you never take the chance."
Looking down at her fingers,
He knew,
He missed the chance.

it begins with a girl,
a hopeful heart
and a little imagination

It begins with an exchange of names,
sneaked glances
and a few possibilities.

it begins when my palm
meets my chin,
when my eyes
meet yours
and I start to wonder
what could happen if
we spread
like ink on paper,

i sat up in bed,
the date on my bedside clock read
future.

fast and lyrical,
conversations above water
and chances in the air.

then it really begins
whispers into shells
because we know
that the universe
might hear our secrets,

jokes that make no sense
I laugh anyway
because I'm too consumed
with the smiles
that your presence brings,
and playful banter
that ends in pinched cheeks

and the greatest moments of silence,
silence that is understood,
rare and kept close
to hearts of those
lucky enough to find it.

All of these beginnings
are far-fetched and honestly,
I don't know what happens after that
but I'd really love to see
if I can predict futures.

And so,
do you maybe,
possibly,
perhaps,
want to see
if these predictions
will unfold?