the blood in my veins is pumped by a heart that's in chains. i'm bound by your love, in a world that's devoid of every color except for you. and i wish that i could redo the first day that we met. i would've stayed in until the sun set. to stay away from you and your relentlessly restricting love.
clothed in darkness, i am robbed of my senses— though i am left with the sensation of your touches, i have become senseless undone, my defences— useless, with a single caress, a blushing mess, i try not to obsess over your intense pretense—
though all is in vain, you are relentless, and i am reckless.
doubt fills my head until I am drowning in it even when I come up for air, another wave crashes over trapping me under the surge of the tide a relentless sea to cleanse this relentless mind but I don't feel cleansed for my thoughts are broken and scattered like pieces of glass on the sand where waves crash trapping me under the surge of the tide a relentless sea and this broken mind
I have no idea where this came from, just word ***** mostly
I'm being engulfed In the clutches of darkness It's slow-motioned embrace Calculated and unforgiving Unrelenting It's greedy hold Swallowing me It's fingers sliding Over my arms My legs Holding delicately Yet firmly Sliding over my neck Caressing my chin And lapping at my ears Tainting my field of vision...
Pale blue dot in an endless void, This rock has turned again and the skies are swapping places once more, Regrets of things done or not done drag behind on the ground like a chain, whilst hope for the new day flies ahead and above like a kite, A day closer to death or a day well spent? Either way, tomorrow it begins anew; So turn, turn and turn again, Pale blue dot in an endless void
Yes, I embrace my personal spectrum of strange, maintaining my own range of a sense of self, my own present tense, a unique list of contents that expresses my deep down, my compound, my proper noun made up of all that I am and all that resounds and all that pounds within this fragile, fragmented, profound self that will rebound no matter how hard I hit the ground. Yes, I am down, but I am relentless regardless.
The importance of a true sense of self, regardless.
A grey area in my body my sweetheart is just my heart Which takes me to fountain of beauty being direly thirsty Being a large reservoir it accumulates in it beauty of all sort It remains busy in this connection and is never ever free
So I capture beauty in it where ever I find it or just locate Being a lover of beauty I never ever feel tired to take rest At times beauty shows after lot of struggle at times in plate I am created by my Lord in the mold which suits me best
Eyes and heart play entirely to be very near to the fountain Soul and body take risk to be always on the proper path In this pursuit I have to surmount mountain after mountain My beloved you are a burning candle I am a relent less moth
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow