Poetry running in
veins
fibers
breaths,
realized
when
love
intoxicated....

Rising like a smoke
You make me so addicted
Under your spell I feel so Intoxicated

You make me so high
As the moan escaped from my lips
The linger of your touch
That shakes me within

The warmth of your skin
Your body against mine
The sparkle in your eyes
That set me on fire

Below the mountains I shall live,
where the intoxicated souls of hounds are within.
As they forget their values,
I remain staring at the lights.
Not able to move.

Life has given me pain and torture
My sweetheart behaves like butcher
Difficulties are in cluster after cluster
Life is nothing but a death chamber

Now it has become difficult to breathe
Poisoned sword comes out of  sheath
My beloved comes out with wreathe
My restless soul crops up just to seethe

What is life who will make me learn
Turn after turn and to **** and to burn
In sojourn we discern to take concern
Let us feel intoxicated but at the  tavern

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

lately i have been drunk on love
and oh my god
i never want you to become the alcohol which eventually wears off
keep me intoxicated, from here and always
keep me so drunk that i learn to become happy

If you were something
to be intoxicated by,
I would choose you
over the expensive perfumes.

For not even the sweetest flower
can bring me joy
Like you do .

Tooth decay and
lie in cheek.
There’s a rotten
part of me
that
continues to
manifest.
I am bitter
and this is
why I
wither away
rather than
fall to
pieces.
I am a slow,
dying,
rotten,
seething
piece of
flesh.
I am pale
with
society
and intoxicated
from all of
the pointless
conversations
we pretend
to have.

News flash
News flash
News flash







nobody is
listening.