Love is nothing but treasure of the universe
Only fortunate can win its beautiful hand
Love has many colors, it’s colorful and diverse
Love is quality of God and of its own brand

Beauty is that eternal fountain which is known
For its streams to make fertile the barren hearts
Blessed is the one who comes in its chosen zone
Many a times it makes a lover parts and departs

Love is like a whirlwind and it is like a quicksand
It swallows the victim with just its complete force
Love has its abode on the sky as well as on the land
It is like a beautiful kiss of a lovely miss to endorse


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

If you feel too much
Have a great desire
To become a luminous
Like a dream
Shut your eyes
Of all things earthly

They broke me with the shadows;
Fears and uncertainty,
loss haunting me,
till hope turned towards
celestial possibilities.

They broke me with love;
One father figure
who I figure
has something better
for me.

They broke me with confusion;
Contradicting rules
cornering this fool
till, I submitted.

And when I didn’t,
they broke me with fear
and hellfire.
Till, I either died
or gave in
to their desires.

The first thing I saw early this morning
when I pulled back the blue-sky curtains
was a hectic white and orange butterfly
waving in the fair sun of my garden -
between the enclosed well and the laurel tree.

On the scarlet, bright sidewalk,
two damsels strutted together;
a turquoise skirt wore the one,
a chocolate T-shirt the other.
Jubilant they were together,
for the cadence of their laughter
waved in the air as Tunisian silk.

See?
No harvest did my screen display today -
no mountain range loomed far in the distance -
all that was unraveled were a laughing sidewalk,
and a quivering sun in a small garden.

(c) LazharBouazzi, April 21, 2016; revised, August 17, 2016

Each curl of conversation
stills my tongue, half-sentences
stranded in the mire
of biting reason

words silently form
protests, defenses
reasons and intentions

worthless to ears already fed
with the insistent conundrum
accompanying every attempt
at reconciliation.