Things I am yet to see with my eyes
Soft with sorrow filled with tears

"Death" is more sweeter than you.
The pain I endure without your being is severe than the ancient punishments.
That pain you give me each second when I think of your face, your smooth hands; your hair; your pink, soft body;
****** me like little-sharp thorns.
You ruthless, adamant, and wonderful woman!
You showed what's bitter than death.
You showed me something which is worse than dying.
It's losing you...

You're a million separate puzzle pieces.
Each a little different.
Some are a little plain.
Some are exceedingly detailed.
Some have sharp edges.
And some are softly curved.
But all together,
I know,
it's an extraordinary,
beautiful,
and priceless
picture.
Worth an entire life time,
solving.
Actually...possibly even longer.

Sweet as candy and soft as silk
My love surpasses and celebrates
Intoxicates as wine tastes as milk
Beauty is what she always dictates

Fire of love  mingles with beauty
Burns itself and just burns the all
When we come on terms to be free
Then beauty at rise and love at fall

We touch every limit and beyond
Oneness take entities  just far away
One on one love beauty correspond
In sheer darkness dominates light ray

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

a million sets of eyes passing by
and your's are the only ones i saw
they made a home behind my eyelids
and i, like a bee to honey raw
could only hope to get close enough
to start to know your mind
what wildflowers make you?
they must be sweet, for a face so kind
and soft, for a voice such as that
you are a creature so new
and you created a spark in me
of interest for you

the gentle soft touch
of a strangers embrace
the lightness of laughter
as we turn face to face
the swiftness and ease
as two lips touch
the fleeting breeze
as it becomes all too much
then head bowed and unashamed glee
when two friends embrace
and know how to be

do you remember how much i loved you?
i do.

i remember it like the soft breeze blowing in my hair
nice, yet chilly.

what i remember the most is the words that i uttered
that last fight
when you got tired of trying (or maybe pretending)
to accept me
and i got so fed up with you never accepting me
after all those years.

i remember how i walked out so confidently
without looking back
when all i wanted was to turn back
run to you
hold you
and tell you
'please don't give up.'

but i didn't.

i remember how much i wanted you
to come back and tell me you're sorry,
tell me we could make this work.

but you never did.

and i was too proud to say the truth.

because truth is,
i still care.
i think i'll always care.

though if anyone asks me,
i'll never admit it.

the glassy grasshoppers shatter
when bitten       with straight white teeth
chilled yellow peach pulp       a glacier
low blond table wood       biting silk liquid
fresh hyacinth       jasmine
music       plunk on plunk
pearl skin       soft cloud
rose petal       lips