Versatile Trend A question was asked from why I like mountains I answered because all beauty is on the heights What you need is to cover but just turns after turns But there is no one who can measure the delights
I further elaborated that no flower is without thorns So I like thorns in pursuit of beauty in its entirety Let me praise the truth which travels in thy horns There is no joy in a flower less it remains very pretty
I am a poet and a poet carries love all along life So it will reinvigorate my spirits to a wonderful end Lets be precious part of beauty on edge of knife Let us create together a unique and versatile trend
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2019 Love is Love
Often times A man can refer to himself as a thief For no reason other than Drawing tears from his lover As if space had shattered itself Time comes to a deathly stop Like the grandfather clock representing life Strikes for the last time My rosy complexion paled The reaper cut my string of "future" When was it Our love started meaning nothing? Self-consumed in my own loss for time You should know When you derailed Yet all I am drawing upon is empty sheets of paper.
The tears of time trickled down her eyes Cascading like falling rain Grey clouds and thunder Crackles like a lost symphony The thief Has none to blame but himself All the keys hung from his chest Yet none could predict The suffering he was causing With no answers What is the point To try and fix something That's beyond repair due to blind eyes?