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

My soul is alive my body is dead
I am totally covered in a coffin red
Petals of roses are on my own bed
But drops of my blood are really led

By that terrorist who made me blast
Taken my life just at my nation's cost
My blood will take its toll from that last
Because he is a rebel and I am iconoclast

My blood will blossom in a very strong tree
Which will make but everyone just free
Not again to witness this horror and see
His stance is invalid I have a real valid plea

He will die for the rascals I die for the nation
He will die as criminal I die to uphold salvation
I am the most beautiful he is just ***** creation
He is ruthless I am graceful in my style and fashion

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©

She woke up,
Vibrant and Lively,
never knew her end was near
and so,
she set her
things ready
for a long long journey.

The Rivers Flowing,
The Flower Tossing,
And
The Day going.

Only if she knew,
she would not
have embarked on
a journey
to no return.