Would you talk with me for a while
For now I feel to fragile,
All this untamed feelings exile
And you and I are still away a million miles,
O beloved hurry - I don't have much while
and if you get too late - don't you forget to smile.

When she comes out of veil she rocks entire world
Her graces and charms are just  beyond any praise
With her graceful style she makes universe whirled
With her glowing beauty she sets everything ablaze

Like a moth loves a candle I love to be burnt by fire
My love my sweetheart has nothing to be compared
My heart and soul aspire in entirety her lovely attire
Her beauty makes me beguiled and direly ensnared

Let be honest frank and straightforward in approach
Let us be really enthralled by alluring beauty in style
Let us enjoy the reality and taste of life in love coach
Let us forget about all miseries and odds for a while

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

whiff of her long hair
black lashes on her oval eyes
crescents on her lips
slender hands
sparkle adorned meek finger
n her ****** skin
thy beside

eyes are shut
lips are mum
hands anchored to lap

yet i see the glint of her eye
hear her word
feel her hand

an echo from da time gone
its just that she is gone

------the egotist

Well I'm back- for a while at least
the world is my oyster and I love to feast,
cause a change is as good as a rest they say,
that's why I spend so much time away,

From the green green grass and the hills of home,
like I said here I am,thought I'd write a little poem,
to my friends and family to try and explain,
why some of us are always on the next Plane,
next Train ,next Boat ,next place to rest,
put the bounds of the Earth to a test-in my chest,
is a Travel Bug I must have swallowed whole,
I'm a wandering Minstrel,a roving soul,

**So come and see me!,meet me,we'll have the Craic,
before again I wind up with a bag on my back,
like the Hulk hitch hiking,with a hare brained plan,
I'm a Man of the World,catch me while you can!

We haven't talked in a while
that's right.
I wonder,
if  you ever think back
of those lazy hours
where silence felt at ease
and we laid in bed
where our bodies were entwined
yet our thoughts never rhymed.

I wonder,
if you ever wonder
if I wonder,

I wonder,
if you ever remember
that I remember,

I wonder,
if I'll ever see you again...

We haven't talked in a while
one day I am going to die
and you aren't going to be surprised...


-- Eleanor

She thought awhile,
of his warm, warm smile
and recalled she loved him with
a passion so bright,
that it burned through the night
but all he left her was grief

Trying to grab words
And force them into something
Worth meaning
Worth making
Instead, getting this.
A not-worth-your-time thing
A sentence built on sentence
Without a reason behind it.