To what do I owe this childlike obsession
If chosen to be called that.
Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple.
The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out.
I dream and I chase.
I chase and I awake.
Am I humanly incapable in presuming that this is all I need.
Before the first day, I truly lived life without purpose.
Stuck in endless boredom,
An endless contemplation debating which dining room set looked better
Without a dining room to occupy the full set.
Whom is the turtle, whom is the hare.
Whom provokes who. Which one is you.
Which one is me.
Antagonizing this urge, a simple conversation turns to more.
To taste, to smell this infatuation each time your around.
Realizing the hunger that persisted to move my feet in a forward motion.
Driving me to the brink of insanity. The earliest appearance, the first time you 
ran from me.
The second time you ran, I thought maybe it was me.
Something I said. Maybe you were busy.
The third time, I saw it as the gateway to my time no longer being mine.
The silly things you do.
The teeth gritting. Fist clinching, I can't believe you just did that fall out into laughter. Do it again, I can't believe we almost tried to **** each other kind of silly.
Through it all I do care about you.
Despite the sound of buckshots you always find a way to outwit me

to love him is like
running a marathon in circles.
his long strides carrying himself
further away from me,
and i'm getting tired of going unnoticed.
soon it has come to the point
where i stopped chasing
but instead, thought,
"what if i were to stay put and wait?
wouldn't he most likely
catch up to me one day?"

When you bend to embrace to chase my love
I take your beauty to play with your curly hair
I love you my little innocent white little dove
I lost myself in your sweet flair and sudden glare

No one is like you if you ask me to dare as player
But please do not play with my real sentiments
Lest I may commit a mistake or may be a blunder
Presently I am taken over by your beauty currents

So alluring so enchanting I dare not to tell, explain
My heart and soul intend to talk to you in trance
My love and your beauty are just chained in a chain
Please allow me to take just chance after a chance

Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

What happens
when neither one's the head
and both are tails?
The chase does not begin
and the end is non-existent.

It wasn't God

                      that chased me down dark recesses

            both seen and unseen

                             but the allegory.

Clock ticks
Hours fly
Aching body dies,
Soul
Escapes unscathed.

Millions of stars.
Shooting,
Falling,
Granting wishes
All around me,
But only one
Lit up
My sky.

I chased it
Blindly,
Dancing on
The moon,
Swinging on
Saturn's rings,
And searching
Through endless
Galaxies,
But I never
Could quite
Hold it
In my palm
To glow
Brightly in
My hand.

I think now
That maybe
Perhaps
You were
That one star
That my arms just
Weren't meant
To reach.

Close.
Close enough
To be warmed
By your light,
To be changed
By your beauty,
But only to admire
From a distance,
Millions of
Light years away.

The stars might look like
milky bones from afar.
Or glowing tennis *****,
still clutched in owner's hands
while the dumb dog
chases something hidden.

Did he stick his head
out the window of the spaceship?

Tongue out,
howling.

Did he know the hole
he had dug
was his own grave?

I hate when owners
pretend to throw a ball,
only to hide it behind their backs.

The dog trusts you.
The dog loves you.
The dog loves life.
The dog doesn't want to die.
The dog doesn't deserve to die.
The dog doesn't care about exploring space,
it just wants to find that ******* ball.