The girl is a girl Only like the moon to earth The oasis to dunes Breeze to the tropics Love to the desolate Warmth to the shadows music to the lost path to the journeyman Fingers to the hair Lips to the want All of this and some more The girl is my girl...
No matter how hard you try to keep it there, the footprints of what you perceive as reality will never remain in the sand dunes of your mind. They will always be washed away by the waves of your dreams.
Love is like a quick sand which is taking me down Still I maintain that fortunate is to wear this crown My soul is purely silky my body is purely brown My love your beauty gives me the courage to frown
Do not play with me hide and seek in sand dunes Let me to cherish your beauty's song and love tunes Taste of sentiments intoxicate more in the monsoons Your beauty is real combination of very many moons
Let us take certain steps in the direction of my love Your graces make your image in my eyes up above You are innocent and charming my beauty my dove Let me take you on the real route of love just now
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Poetry surfs on a wave of words Heading for the beach of simile and the metaphor dunes If you surf too long the moment is gone The wave swallows the poem, rolls it along And throws it on the beach, to splutter and cough Painfully
From the far cry of a hawk caught in mid-flight Recalls a voice of awakening: Your dreams of flight hover in the distance, The ever so distant call of the sun-eagle. The ripples of golden waves, Mounds and mounds of it piled up. All these add up to your helplessness.
Do clouds always move with such impassioned grace?
At nighttime, he dreams of flight. It is the moonlight now That casts its veiled form, her voice in the distance.