The color of royalty claims her,
a purple pool of shadow.
She is majestic,
her wings spread to be the size of the earth.
Her unique display captivates
as she sits and as in motion.
She is limitless.

I think I can love her.

The color of the skies cloak her,
the stars her favorite.
She is free,
unbound to soar every inch of this world.
Her eyes pierce into my very existence
seeing all that I am.
She is timeless.

I AM in love with her..

I want her all to myself.
I NEED her all to myself,
to love the only way I know how.
I cut off her wings and throw her in a cage.

Now she can be, MY Queen.

There you were, laughing and talking. I watched your faded gaze as you engaged. The rush had never felt so wild, you stopped for a moment and I trembled a bit as I tried to hide my smile.

There was something, something so intriguing that drew my attention, my fascination led my heart to race a bit faster... my curiosity led me places I could not have imagined.

Look at me, falling head over heals. Look at me, heading for danger with the perfect stranger . I locked eyes that I wish were lips with him.

I watched his body motioned towards me, I stumbled and gasped,  screaming for someone to save me. The universe suddenly stopped as he was about to open his mouth and speak.

My name is...
Please. I blocked out, watching his lips parted, I closed my eyes and vividly I saw him caressing me. If anyone had seen the thing I've seen.

I opened my eyes and to the sight of it all... it was all in my mind, he was gone. Everyone was there, he was so far away. Deep inside I know... he was the perfect stranger.

S.B

I window shop souls
I walk by slowing down for a while
Just long enough to see what they're made of
Light, dark, purposefully tarnished, ripped
Some are made for the daring
And some are just made for pleasing the regulars
Who shop way too often
But once I saw this unique one
With painfully beautiful hues
Woven together with pain and truth
I wanted to take it home
This one would match mine
I didn't though, someone was already buying it..

She has written love on sand to be taken away by tide
I love her innocence as she does not know its meaning
Her foolishness is considered stupidity just far and wide
Love is like a wave of water broken like a broken string

Beauty in her innocence considers love just a play a game
Which is to be played and then to be left to another occasion
Lover has to bear the brunt and and to borrow a bad name
But in hear of his heart he glowingly celebrates his fortune

My young sweetheart your beauty has not yet met a setback
So you have to have extra care and caution in this pursuit
If you lose your sight you will not be back on this love track
Take your time till you become wiser till matures your fruit

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

All things considered
I'm doing okay
And thats all I can really say
Because it isn't easy
And it is definitely not fun

To have your family torn apart
from the outside, in

To have your home taken away
with only scrapes of possessions left

To have traditions shattered
and nothing quite like before

To have new people
brought into your life
while having one of the most important,
*taken away

They do not take care about me being jealous
But they will celebrate my death, remember
Hence they want to keep me always in crisis
They will remember when wind will whisper

People try to stop my light with little palm
They think they can stop my path to tread
With their bad intentions can they be calm
I will remain alive but ,they will just be dead

MY Muse is strong who carries me along
Beauty is anxious to love and to celebrate
My beloved to you I do but really belong
My love is strong and beauty is moderate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
copyright 2016 Golden Glow

time belongs to no one.
rather, it belongs to everyone.

everyone but the one who wishes
they could harness it.

like a wild horse, it can only be
tamed if it is given.

given, given from those who we
try in vain to give it to.

my time is not my time,
and yours is not yours.

it switches, it tangles...
and it is given, and taken away.

You control my time.
And I control yours.

I'm a cluttered fairy
strewn all over the mattress
on my stomach,
hair; a cluttered catastrophe
but in the morning I know
I'll be able to comb away
all the knots from my heart
and songs will be the match I need
to ignite a spark.
And now, I am done
with being an actress,
I am done with
overdoing things, with
overthinking about you;
have you thought of me at all today?
Either yes or no, it won't matter babe,
Ain't sure I need you to live anyway,
if I didn't cross your mind, I won't weep
I'm not alone,
it's 11:55 pm
and I'm taken by sleep.

- Crimsyy