Trapped like Napoleon on Elba, cursing himself 300 straight nights.
There's no escape from MY desolate coast so I longingly wait nights.
The moon comes and goes on restless, disenchanted, chaste nights.
Will I be an old maid before the next dear and playful date night?

I'd love nothing more
Than to lay my head
On thy tender breast
And dream of sweet
Chaste kisses and
Melodies as pure
As the love I have
For you my dearest one

Lucid dream
When I was young they had no faces
Eggs
Smooth as nog
Strain to convince
Me or you
To run from hurricane fire inside
The walls of that house
Carry on austere reflection
We are crystallic
All their irises
Black maelstroms
Keep face
Of course I have known what you are doing
Avoided that gaze
There are more vital veins I am satisfied
But must I wake you to shake you?
Or is it I who
Becomes the ascetic?

Your little juicy oranges make me young
Your sweet fragrance makes me just fly
I want to sing love songs which were sung
On the swing with you I want to touch sky

Your beautiful eyes when just turn to see
They take me along on heights to celebrate
The real charm of love the taste of beauty
Moments so spent are marvelous and great

Let my love pay homage to gorgeous beauty
Let me salute to all your  hidden treasure
Let us break bond of mannerism to be free
Let us accumulate all the available pleasure

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Haven't had it.
Kindly rejected the one thing
Every male-being seems to want from me
In turn, they turn
And I am rejected, all but
Writing about that one thing
I've never had
And that one boy
that couldn't wait.

Powers absolute annihilate
In a single drop
Sparkles thy soul
Pure and immaculate
Bound by thy spirit
Infused with a dash of tender joy
Life is ambrosia
A state of harmony