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In despair and disappointment darkness prevails
Hence it is better to keep window of heart open
Love streak enters and gorgeous beauty just entails
The light comes as a blast from the blazon sun

Entire surrounding takes shape of an innocent baby
Lover, beloved get solace and satisfaction abound
Souls start dangle and dance to be just totally free
It is the juncture of time where real pleasure is found

Open up my sweetheart say whatever you feel like
I am a passionate listener to the agony and torture
Let us be together hand in hand just without any hike
Let us start all a fresh and let us open a new chapter


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jenn Coke Jan 2017
On New Year’s Eve, 2015,
I cheerily wrote you,
From the other side of the world:

“’Tomorrow is –
The first blank page
Of a 365-page book.’
Let’s make it meaningful!”

On New Year’s Eve, 2016,
I wholeheartedly write you,
From the same state:

“Thank you for joining –
The same cast,
In the same reality,
On the same paper;

Thank you for living –
The same words,
On the same page,
In the same chapter;

Thank you for wanting –
The same things,
With the same pace,
In the same manner;

Thank you for sharing –
The same story,
With the same close,
In the same series.”
For he who is never too far ahead of or too far behind me, and never too forward or too backward with me.
There's a beginning a middle and a end
You weren't in my beginning
I don't know if you will be in my end
But oh the middle was so sweet
Where my heart bubbled with love
My soul was made new
And there I grew
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2016
I closed my eyes and I saw her face!
A face that left a trace in lost soul!
I closed my eyes and I saw her black hair sliding on the side!
A face I thought I would be able of keeping away from my soul!
Sneakily... I'm watching her hands reaching sky!
Eagerly ... I'm thinking when I would have that time with her!
Jealously... I'm seeing her talking with others!
She came from nowhere! Yet she placed that trembling in corners of my silence!
I counted minutes…….to see her face!
I folded scenes to hear her voice!
I held my pen to write… and I kept my ink silent!
I can’t say her name!
I can’t move towards her asking who are you!
I couldn’t look at her eyes!
I couldn’t dare and ask her what do you want to say!
I just hugged her and moved away!
Turning pages into rest!

And….

The Chapter not yet closed!
She wants to paint my hands on all her body
For hidden treasure my beloved needs a key
For innocent desire she does not have any plea
To her intoxicated youth I am bound to agree

When she takes a step to show her real beauty
Her every sip is more intoxicant than brandy
Soft and juicy like a fruit of red tasty cheery
Beauty is to light  as to capture is love's hobby

I want to take in my heart and in my eyes forever
To my every love question your beauty is answer
For my love life you are just like a real barn burner
My book of beauty let me read you chapter by chapter

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
noor ande Oct 2016
Remove my problems.
Extract them out like one would extract the venom out of an anaconda’s tongue.
and then make a u turn,
take the first right,
and enter a completely disparate route.
                               Some type of re-birth
That is when I came to the realization that,
I need a fresher, more dire stack of cards to play with
To manipulate and over think,
If my game ends now, I’m just a myth
That is when I realized that these old cards don’t deserve me,
I’m out of patience, moves, and techniques
At that point, the cards were the ones playing me,
Rounds over,
Go get out,
Drive your rover,
Towards the woods,
Look all over,
For a new game, a new path to takeover
Something realer, something bolder
Who cares if you become the loner
***** this world, you be the controller
Perhaps it will crumble, and fall over but what truly matters is you stay sober
Cause oh, my mind,
on the other side,
A master prize
awaits your very fight,
to finally win over
So please, acquire
A new set of worries and desires
A burning outlook for your inner fire
                          Some motivation to proudly smile
and don’t forget those cards you want to compile
A newer game
       with so much more style
That’ll make the partial act of playing, Worthwhile.
I had grafted for the best part of ten hours,  serving stupid smart people their breakfast lunch and dinner.
By the time I finished my shift and clocked out. I thought to myself, I don't care if they clone sheep here.
This job is not a winner.
Scientists, most of them.
Very intelligent people I'm told.
So I watched them eat and drink, wondering if their pockets are lined with gold.

Usually I'd leave work swiftly,  I could never wait to get home.
My body lethargic, almost anemic.
I wanted my bed, all to be alone.
I took off my work clothes and began to get dressed. Caught a glimpse of my frail body in the mirror. Never could gain weight,
I blamed it on stress.
I walked to my car outside.
Car park A, for arseholes no less.
CP May 2016
There is another chapter in your story
Discover your new territory
Don’t look back, become an amnesiac
These pages are your remedy
Forget the despair and the lost prayer look elsewhere
Start with the first page and dull your rage
This new chapter will be your sage

Put the old pages to rest on sundown
And at the break of dawn you won’t have drowned
Floating in bliss with your pages as a raft
Expel your craft
Release the ink bound in chains within your fingers
Rebound for fresh ground
The sea washes away the sand
Let it wash away your mind
Time will find you a place to stand and I will have your hand

Yesterday is dead; no more tears shall be shed
Abandon that past dread
The ink is being shed
Your new chapters wont go unread
Don’t look back, but look ahead.
Àŧùl May 2016
He was so happy when I was born,
Now I am so happy as he reaches 60,
But I am a bit sad too for he'll get old,
Wiser he gets as he is more ancient,
Wrinkles suit him much better now,
And his face is the cutest paradox,
His childhood is always apparent.

वे बहुत ख़ुश थे जब मैं पैदा हुआ था,
अब मैं बहुत ख़ुश हूँ जब वे हो रहे हैं 60 के,
परंतु वे वृद्ध होंगे तो थोड़ा उदास भी हूँ,
प्रौढ़ावस्था में वे अधिक चतुर हो रहे हैं,
झुर्रियाँ अब बहुत बेहतर लगती हैं,
और उनका चेहरा सबसे प्यारा विरोधाभास है,
उनका बचपन हमेशा प्रत्यक्ष होता है।
My father's birthday is tomorrow on the 12th of May, 2016.

His government service now reaches superannuation and by the end of this month he retires from a highly successful career at ICAR - National Dairy Research Institute, Karnal.

My HP Poem #1070
©Atul Kaushal
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