Do not hurt my ego do not play with my pride
I do not accept the way you play with my ego
I know how to deal with every violent rising tide
I am ready to take every blow being in inferno

My love is my hubris my style is my way of life
Your beauty takes me from place to place to know
How one can face on his heart like a sharp knife
How blood mixes up with sacrifice just to glow

I am in darkness you are light of beautiful dawn  
All gestures and charms make me to understand
In your love my sweetheart how I be withdrawn
I need nothing else but only you are my demand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

a thousand restless fingers
pluck along my nerves
and crawl swarming bees
over my flesh
******* dry honey
and I as a comb am empty
waiting on the waxing moon
to bring in the tide
exposed and littered
on the cracked seabed
lighting beeswax candles
impromptu runway lights
for those aeroplanes
who always fail to land
and wasted afternoons
fade into wasted nights
tossing to and fro
I sleep
under the cupboards instead

This is the kind of happiness that comes in waves.
Water fills coves and beach shores but just as quickly as the waves were given, they're taken away.
The tide is at its peak and I prepare myself for the emptiness I'm going to feel when it leaves.

Precious little things of life,
little moments we spent together at some point in time,
somewhere prior in our life.

Strange are the ways of life,
since memories are cherished,
moments remembered,
irrespective of the fact that both belong to the same period of time.
Definitely discretion is part of human nature and also part of life.

Life continues along with the same in mind,
moments we spent together at some point in time,
life continues remembering those moments as of now at the present moment in time.

Life continues along with the present moment in time, which very soon will become a thing of past
Life continues from one moment to the next
Life continues from one day of a week to the next
Life continues from one week to next week of same month
Life goes on from one month to next month of same year, so on and so forth.

Life continues
Life goes on
Life remains

The search is for a desire of which once there was a complete desire to get something like this done with regards to what was thought in the mind at that point in time and at that moment.
As of now at the present moment in time in the present, the same desire seems to have settled down.

Definitely time and tide waits waits for none and so does life, which continues to move ahead along with the passing moment in time.

Life continues
Life goes on.
Life remains.
Life follows with regards to what happened prior at some point in time in life, somewhere around in the past.

I was wrong before,
when I said  I was in love.
I had not fully understood,
I thought it was just a warm feeling,
and a smile when they walk into the room.
But now,
Now I know.
Love is a relentless tide,
A storm in my body,
A tornado in my heart.
It rips apart my reality,
And does not care for the wreckage it leaves in its wake.
My mind a war zone.

Love is not butterflies, it is bombs,
It is not fleeting, it is not kind.
It is not compassionate, it is a mighty force that takes control of me, and will not leave.

Held on for years
chasing an
Uncertain God, and
Promises of glory.
But the
Tide that arose
with unfulfilled
dreams,
Engulfed everything
that came in between.

Fearing and seeing
Death, wars and bleeding
Hearts, lives receding
Like the tide
It's turning

Inside, it hurts
Painkillers don't work
Demons, in night, lurk
This fire is burning!

I will not die,
I will survive
Try my hardest
To live a life
Worth singing about!

Drowned out in music
F_ck it, let's do this
Flips up a hood
Burn the world, it's what's good!

Mesmerised, little flame
Life is one big game
Play it how you want
Just don't be mad when it's gone!

I will not die
I will survive
Try my hardest
To live a life
Worth singing about!

Time ticks, clocks wear
Down and they all tear
Rip the time they represent
They all sound unpleasant

Ticking and clicking
In the night they keep working
Away at my sanity
Sandpaper to insanity

I keep pushing, he pulls back
It's hard for me to relax
When I go to sleep at night
It's a hard-won fight!

I will not die
I will survive
Try my hardest
To live a life...
At all