People with broken hearts wander aimlessly,
they try hard to find some shelter and
cover from this world which sometimes burns very bright and it becomes very difficult for them to bear and survive .

Age is telling on me so I am losing my sight
But when I think about youth life was bright
Still I can go along with patience ,gratefulness
Still I can bow and ask for a bundle of bless
Man is weak God is all  kind and all powerful
Man is an ungrateful entity  and not an angel
Still love prevails on all paths to take more care
With the passage of time I lost all zest and flair
Let us not to be a fool to pay to Him all gratitude
Let us wash all sins by weeping bitterly in solitude
Oh God take me in shelter be my Lord and Guide
So that my survival becomes easy just far and wide

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

For my soul, you make it feel whole.
For my heart, you're a shelter.

Your eyes
a sunrise
sets in my mind
Mercury rising
a memory of light
reflects inside me
Your soul
a lighthouse
always guides me
home

Languid arms
of a misty rain
hold me tenderly
within the moonlight
a shadow's embrace
shielding me from the pain
of loneliness

Today was the day
I decided to clear out--
no real reason to keep
the junk that has began to rot.

Smelly like moss on a crumbly tree,
or the fashionable nonsmokers room
smelling like there's been quite a few
rebels striking back at a budget motel--
probably because they didn't have enough
television channels, to pacify these poor souls.

The inanimate fixtures are posed for display--
once complex industry
were personified to a fleeting idea of 'purpose',
instead smothers its surroundings
with the validity of indifference;
the forgotten hallows that
truly signify my closing hours.

Inside me now
are the cooing sounds
and the beating wings of fragile pigeons
that seek shelter from a world
trying to forget them;
beginning to call them pest
even though they are snow,
so they must hide within me
and survive with my blood orchids
that begin to bloom--
spilling out of me.

Like Winter's sky
draws close in breath
the warmth of sunrise

I will draw you near
shelter you in my heart
from all that is cruel

In this God forsaken world
where unholy hands seek
to grasp your rain

I will not let them
break the fragile beauty
of your soul

little room
with your small windows and your unimpressive door
dirt floors and a cavernous ceiling
but shelter is shelter and a heart is still a home
you hold me and keep me warm and there's never a thank you for a house but i'll write as many words as i can to show my love
you are a buoy in a choppy sea
and though you be but plain,
just four corners and bare white walls,
you are refuge, you are hope, you are the love i never knew i held so dear