With warmth of your beauty you can rekindle fire of love
My love you have totally changed my life to be glorious
I love you from the core of my heart little my innocent dove
You have touched chords of my love to make me boundless

When your beauty smiles with its all style charms and graces
I feel overtaken with my heart and soul to world of solace
As cloud come to the moon to touch and caress ,embraces
My sweetheart I bow in front of your God gifted eternal grace

Let me love you with all my strength and all available power
You have to be mine to ascertain that I am right and frank
Let me be in the streaks of your delighted light to take a shower
Let me write all my love on your beauty taking it a sheet blank

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

the temptation for senseless whoopla
is one I succumb to, often

Whenever the spring comes
your presence
Is a blessing

Writing a poem is like making a necklace,
Bead by bead, pattern on pattern,
Complex or simple, colorful or monochromatic,
The good ones take talent, but chance luck can help.
This one for that friend, that one for this day,
Good words like fancy baubles,
Well placed they make the string,
Wrong placed and they ruin it.
Some come easy, some are long thought out

Heavy chested I breathe
as the moon whitewashes the night.

The season is changing
and in the wind is the vapor of hyacinth
in the thick of which
the glowworms drink the nectar of night.

They have no philosophy and I have many
like while they dance just for the sake of life
my mind enveloped in obscurity
has shackled my feet and clipped my wings.

I wonder if the glowworms have a mind
that knows when they dance
they have an audience.

Maybe the stars know the same way
when they twinkle.