The butterfly of fragile wings
Flies between thorns
With such graceful turns,
As when it is caressed
By the sweet aroma
Of a myriad of flowers.

Life is a series of dour ,complexities and abstract
Every abstraction causes an other for its sake
It is like a beggar's *** at times fiction at times fact
Looking few for pennies to buy bread or cake
From abstractions what humans have to select
In plain words what they are authorized to take
Few sand castles or innocent wishes so correct
Still in this duel we have to take and to partake
To prove that we are the ones who are to be perfect
World is so false sham and defrauds to a limit
Still we claim that we deserve to get heaven in pack
And divine wine to sip bit by bit with a lady by writ

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Take me to the line
Whisk me to the end
A place of lived reality
Where it makes sense

Take me to the river
Drown me in a fall
A place of abstraction
Where magic happens

Take me to the icecaps
Freeze me on the peaks
A place of surreality
Where ecstasy copulate

This space of fiction
*** brewed as a drug
Lovers a bought right
Lines of ruins and glories

Draw the line to see
A bridge of realness
A tow halved illusions
Drag me to the in-betweens

Uniform mass of individuals,
With aphorisms and symbols they wield,
Sharply turning the wheel of history,
With different structure, different calamity.

Five-headed Dragon that is on the rise,
Bringing about its rebirth and demise:
Wholesome transformation as its only cause,
Ameliorative without a pause.

Ideals with violence that it must shield,
Enacted throughout its hierarchy,
With loyalty as its greatest prize.

Grinding everything betwixt its jaws,
The thirst of Humanity that it must slake,
To effectuate the Perfect State.

The friends he has are wonderful and magestic to the fullest

He creates them

Coming to life in his own reality
He creates abstraction.