Original for there is only ever one.
Whether it be a sunrise or set no two are the same.
And even a wave that rolls in to meet a sandy shore.
From one to the next they also change.
Yet the beauty of these things we may not forget.
For being original is what sets one thing apart from the next.
And it is to this I say we as people should be original to who we are.
For there will only ever be one of who we are.
For we too are all originals.
And it is those who stay original that may not be forgotten through time.

let's all get the hours back together
a hundred years ago

let's stop at the crossroads
by the rule

let's look at the rainbow
eye-catching

let's ask a question
no reply required

let's stay like this always
passing

Love Petals
Let me caress all the love petals
Let me be part of your real beauty
I am a soldier I can fight all battles
Let me kiss you my love to be free

Beauty is a treasure to be explored
Love is heavenly body in a trance
One should taste its mood and mode
What is love, an enchanting glance

My beloved love moments are few
Let us not waste them in a false row
On petals of beauty love is like dew
In the stream of life lets just but flow

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow

let me kiss the sorrow on your skin
let me kiss the pain away, grow flowers inside of you
water them, pour my heart out to see them beautifully blooming
come as you are, along with your thorns and sharp edges
I will not heal you, do not count on that
I will hold your hand, remind you of the flowers within you
when you cannot sleep, i will sing to you
songs that have been written about you, us  
long before we were alive

it's been 6 years since you last seen her
8, since you last talked
you wonder where she is, or how she's doing
you left with no goodbye, no let's keep in touch

it's Sunday evening and you miss her,
sitting on your terrace wishing you could kiss her,
wondering in whose arms she slept last night,
you stare into your half-filled glass of coffee and notice the resemblance to her eyes, her dark brown eyes you never thought were special

all you can think about is the sound of her laugh and how she loved to hold your hand
you know on her shoulders she carried the world
she didn't have much to offer but she promised you her world
so fragile yet certain to keep going
a universe as big as this, she always talked of meant to be
I guess we weren't, you think to yourself

as you light another cigarette you wish you had kissed her
she told you she loved you and you panicked, letting her slip through your fingers and now wishing you had held on to her a little tighter
all you can think about is who else is kissing her, does she tell strangers about him and write poems about his eyes?

the sun has set, your mug is empty yet your heart is filled with regret and anger
you know you can't get her back now
you know you've never seen eyes as beautiful as hers,
you just hope she's laying in the right arms,
even if you're not

i know it may not mean much to you,
but when you touch me, i can’t breathe.

your finger graced my arm, accidentally,
but i swear, you meant it.
right?

you grabbed my hand and ran with me.
but you also held it, gently, and walked with me for miles.

when it rained, you gave me your hoodie.
i still have it.
it smells like you.

i would do anything,
for just one night.

to show you.
to be in your arms.

to breathe your breath,
to touch your skin.

when you touch me, i know i love you.