Love is just a gamble and the novice has to lose
One sells his heart to beloved and soul to muse
For some it is a suture for other it is like bruise
Lovers are condemned along with their views

Knowing fully I will lose still I aspire to play
She is my dawn who has carried away my day
Beloved excels in heart and a lover has to stray
Under all circumstances price of love is to pay

But If you just take my hand in to your hand
Then we will have same frequency and band
I lost my love in heaven and loser on ground
So what do you think what may be loser's stand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I'm a coin.

Pick me up
make your call.
Toss me up
play your luck.

One side is love;
one side is lust.
Someone to f**k;
someone to trust.

Charming devil,
good intentions;
Putrid angel,
no redemption.

Cup of tea,
priceless stardust;
Shot of whiskey,
toxic diamond.

"I choose you.
I love you.
I will love you tomorrow
And the next day
And the next day
And the next day
Untll my heart stops beating to love you."

your thoughts harbour
in my heart within
your love is my armour
no matter fat or thin

your words linger
in deep of my mind
I'm a puppet of your finger
I request you to be kind

you abandoned me
in the middle
my love couldn't be
this little

if you plan to hurt
hurt me little hard
mix me to dirt
and push me in the dark

I may not be able
to crawl back to you
love is no gamble
to accept and threw
Oh dear! I still love you.

Crocodile tears, as they would say. Burn down my face, and burn down my life.
Want is a ***** desire, manipulation it's partner.
Leaving salted ground as a reminder of what's no longer there.
Unforgiving, and unknowing of what is right or what is fair.
My love, my life, myself. All lost in the gamble.

I converse with the insane,
And I see dead people,
I seek no fame,
Or salvation from church steeples,
I am alone,
Yet in my head we are many,
A clamoring of voices,
Above the anarchy of it all,
This world is broken, a place where life is a gamble,
And familial bonds are broken down in shambles,
I am a grateful dead, of a time long forgotten,
And like that I shall remain, till my bones are long rotten.

I beg you to stop sleepwalking in my dreams!
Your once unfamiliar face keeps on popping up like a surprise.
I tried to shove your ghost into the darkness,
into the abyss of my subconsciousness
but you keep on escaping with the ladder my heart made.
I vowed not to ever think of you again -
to make you a stranger once more.
But the heart is cruel,
It plays and gambles
until I lose to it.
This heart is very cruel indeed.