Winter is in swing and I am playing with snowflakes
Weather of my heart reminds me all innocent mistakes
My soul dangles and dances in the valleys and lakes
But my sweetheart your love undertakes and overtakes

Faithless weather reminds me my faithful sweetheart
When we decided to remain together and not depart
Together in the heart of heart but still we are pole apart
We have to celebrate lot of love but our life is too short

I tell to your image all odds ,trials and tribulations to face
Difficulties of life in bits and pieces from from place to place
How to keep up standard of love and how to hold grace
How real love takes beauty go hand in hand and pace to pace

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I always say that I let it slip away.

But that's not really true.

Because unfortunately,
To have let something slip away.

Means I would have had it in my grasp to begin with.

Hold me close in your spindly arms
and beckon me into harms way
you know what I want and need.

I fear the dark and your caress
but in it I know nothingness,
my sweet dreams and darkened bliss
find a point on which to convalesce.

To
Hold
A
Moment
In
Your
Hand
Is
Like
Trying
To
Hold
Sun
Dried
Sand

Escaping
Through
Each
Wrinkle
On your
Palm


To
Sing
A
Song
In
Your
Heart
Is just
The
Same
As
Pulling
One
Apart
Each
And
Every
Symphony
Waiting for its
Destiny
To change
A
LIFE

There is a moment of warmth that everyone
is familiar with. It reminds us of home,
the heat soothing our shivering souls
and lighting up the dark. There is a moment
of peace that everyone is familiar with,
when we have that feeling of tranquility
that overtakes the chaos the second
another's arms hold us. The second we
know we are safe within the grasp of another
living being, it becomes easier to exist.
We fight and fight, never dropping our heads
and never wavering for a moment,
yet all of our guards are let down when we
allow ourselves to be so close to someone.
Kissing their shoulder or pressing your cheek
against theirs, an arm around them or with
your entire body - all embraces are
the same when they fill you with purpose and
wrap your heart in strings of multi-coloured fairy lights.

We come and go, going far out

When we enter our vessel..... we fall - deep into the darkest abyss, but all seems light by day
When we fall and grow in ourselves, we constantly run - all around a quiet star

We lock our chests inside a wall
We  stain flowers in our garden
We burn every paper - containing evidence of our manifestation

And I sit inside my own, waiting to burn inside

The life I live and its perilous surrounding - came circle again, once again

And the burning became an amber - crystallizing as stone

To hold her hand is to hold
The vast universe within my palm
The strings of infinity against my skin
Where sparks fly like falling stars
From our fingertips entwined
Like planets–we are aligned

To hold her hand is to hold
The spirals of the Milky Way
Between our fingers, laced together
Night; for she is humble moon
Day; for she is brilliant sun
She is every color of the spectrum

To hold her hand is to hold
Cosmic rays and lightning beams
(You wouldn't understand)
Wild interstellar dreams
(But all I really want to hold–
is her hand.)