flames flickered


growing tired and yielding little warmth


longing to remember


for whom or what


they burned



You saw each spark,


not with the pity of lost causes


not as the hopeless case on which


energy should not be

wasted



you rose and twirled in a timeless dance


arms spread and lungs expelling the deepest breath


they'd ever known



And fanned the flames

Sensually she is so charming and so alluring
She  reinvigorated my ****** drive in spring
In that sling like a king I am bound to just sing
To strive to dive to drive and to revive in string

To be on swing to go up to the clear blue sky
To kiss stars and galaxies just like a bird to fly
To be with the inner beauty just an eye to eye
In that flight of love with beauty to be just sly

I can explain the taste of those beautiful lips
The zigzag journey between hillocks and hips
I can not explain the taste of dips and  grips
What an experience of those trips without strips

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Ambient voices lurk upon the tip of the ears,
As the ruffling of the leaves become faint and dull!

Shaken by those voices clamor your essense to a vilified characters,
And those sound intensified by the roaring thunder they seem to pound like war drums.

As the heavens shed it's tears to calm all senses to a full moon,
One can only indulge in the simple act of nature to light sound of rain drops to sleep.

Do we become the persona others echo,
And does one escape to runaway from energy of darkness?

It is a destined war to meet the oppositioned in battlefield,
And then you ask yourself if you are the truthful conviction of good?

The innocence isn't so much the victor of the scenario,
But the reflective nature to do the right things.

Those loud voices spilled the vile tongue of characters uncleansed,
And the dirt seem to gravitate the bubble you once protected your essense.

You try to rub off the dead skin that sicken your persona,
But seemed fatal attraction and unwelcomed maul of voices protrude.

Tremored hands can't seem to stop,
But the heart had seized it's pulse,
And looked to the self in the mirror no more.

Gasp to get some air in the drowning ocean,
As the weight of the back become stronger,
And reach out the arm to brace upon the nearest shore.

Everything must stay silent,
And then ask am I good enough?

The eternal struggle to find the person on the lake is a journey,
But one can't runaway forever from their own shadow,
Because the shadow will follow you for good.

Once you realize the reflection is your's
It is too silly to have ever feared it.

The day the magic goes away,
The day life dulls and
Your eyes forget to see
Vivid laughs of color
Is the day your childhood is over,

The moment you can no longer feel
Something you've never felt before,
Like a warmth inside your head
Or in your chest
Without some form of drug
Or film or book
That brushes off the dust
From things you thought were forgotten,
This is the moment your childhood ends.

But sometimes,
Like love for the first, first time
All over again,
Your soul remembers how to breath
And gasps for a split moment
The air of young
Before the waves of today
Flood into your chest once more,
Drowning,
Drowning,
Little bubbles dancing upward,

One last ray of sunlight
Peaking through the current's whisper,
Swimming softly enough
Just to graze the tip of your nose
Before the black takes over.

Rebirth:
Reborn, his wing span breathes the wind
He sprints to touch land
As he touches land, his hands grasp the ground
Transformation and Deliverance
Watch as he will rise from the ashes

To whom have hum the song called sum of love,
With thirst of touch unquench and desires loom away by their whim.

Such lyrics pour with your hearts until the tears dry like oasis in desert,
And suffocated in oceans of your own sorrow swimming deeper into the sea.

For love is shared with mutual need to create the roots of their spiritual seed,
And love alone is but a riddle never to get the answered in a desolate well of forgotten.

Arise and drink from fountain of desire,
To move forth to the great journey of unknown,
For your legacy can only enheighten by the second wind.
From wind become a vortex and the roaring sea,
While grasp onto your survival and free from all limits of expectation,
Then become the seat of mount Olympus finding true equal next to your seat!
For it's the very glory of your survival that shall ring true upon the beats of all hearts!

It’s time now to think again
To revive the past and also to rejuvenate
Time to think again

Let’s give it a second thought
Let's forget and forgive all that what went wrong in the past
It’s time to move ahead from the past into the present
It’s time now to execute in the present.

A desired line of action needs to be followed keeping in mind that everything will fall in the right place at the right moment of time
While doing so it’s important to keep a positive frame of mind.

It’s the urge, the willingness, the passion, the sheer exuberance that counts
It’s the experience that matters
It’s also about learning something new
It's time now to rise after a fall
To forget about the failure from the past and then move ahead to do something new
Definitely it takes a lot of time, but seldom it’s true
Experience is something that each individual should have of his own
Once an individual becomes experienced, then definitely he can cherish the memories and golden moments from the past
Definitely experience comes along with time and the unflinching desire to achieve something in life.