beaut lies in the eyes
of the beholder
the evening sun hesitates

first i would take the
grassy fields that
touch the blue

and i would roll
them up
like when i was

a child helping
put away the
tape-lined carpet.

next i would skim the
clouds off the milky
backdrop of your mind

and i would stir the
sunset from straight
red plains

into a hazy
blur in the
eastern sky.

and finally i would tightly
wrap the stars in place with
a wire jewelry kit

make sure the elastic thread
around the moon was
glued and secure

flip some hidden celestial
switch and watch it
glow against cool skin.*

and i would
do all of this
for you.

Clean heart and clean eyes
Are required for all love ties
Grace and style come to show
Innocent gestures of eyebrow
When I saw I was beguiled
Body fragrance made me wild
For a while I was lost to cast
Once more the eyes were fast
Capturing beauty of her face
Lovely lips were full of grace
She was from that beautiful race
Her voice had enchanting pace
Her soul was bright with light
In rainbow she was like a kite
Images of love connect with beauty
To appreciate is love’s duty
Transcendence of soul make it great
When touches the soul soul-mate
We feel one and nothing remains
What remains are just love chains
Love is that when one is lost
In twilight of present and past

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Bless the sky when winter comes
and twilight sings a song of ice,
cold and pale
as its ghastly grip of death.

Embers dress the aurora on such
darkened nights.

A pale ghost dances around an oak,
around the Pantheon.
It's a ghost of my own, an illusion.
Memories seep away like forgotten dreams;
lost, like a raven in the night.

I bow to the Pantheon, to nature.

She's the twilight sea.
Waves inch close just to flee far
Slip right through your hands...

Motionless twilight enshrouded,
                                          Faceless entities lingered.

The liquid light embedded on my cortex
and I was lingering on the precipice of the
voices that shined so brightly within.

Burning there thoughts deeper into my
subconscious like butterflies wings
scorching on ever moment of intention

I'm a moment of conflicting interests
and i sway from the light to the twilight
places the voices take me there in silence.

i want to be your sun
the reminder that all of those demons are gone
i want to be the one
who you yearn to see at midnight
i want you to grasp my wrist at dusk
pleading me to never leave at twilight
no, i dont want to be your moon
i dont need a ball of fire behind me to shine,
no, i dont want to be your stars
there is only one me that you should find
i am more than a silhouette of something shallow,
i am not that broken to scatter all around your black treacle
but i want to be your constant dose of relief
those demons behind your face will vanish because of me
yet you always seek for those **** little twinkling dots
because there is more of them
but i am also one of them, why can't you see?
it's probably because your eyes burn when you look at me.