If trees be poems by the earth
In avid joy I read each one
Florets writ in fragrant verse
Inked with beams of the morning sun
In shade, a fruit, a whiff of air
I rest beneath wide branches spread
A cavort of emerald canopy
Bestows comfort upon my breath
I lean against the bark, recline
And think of how it stands in time

Through tunneled years it's stoic trunk
Stands proud against frost and rain
Drops it's leaves to nakedness
Till spring dresses in green again  
On but an arm, the  koel sings
'Tis home to birds that weave a nest
Haven to sojourners ache
Clasp around, hold close to breast
I trace the names of love engraved
Now forgot; asleep in graves

On felled bark my soul I pen
On papyrus the past I feel
The murmured songs of sentiments
In susurrus as branches kneel.
Nymphs would hide or fairies entreat
With fireflies in silver light
Creatures tip toe on their feet
Lithe, in the darkness of the night
In engraved lines meaning I see
What better song, what poetree?



Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky -  Gibran

Every morning when I am making tea,
I wish most fervently,
To become an electric KETTLE.

It most certainly won't  matter to me,
I'll accept it most gracefully,
Be I of ceramic or METAL.

For one moment I'm dancing with glee,
The next sobbing most piteously,
These wretched hormones don't SETTLE.

Once I whistled so daintily,
Now I  breathe so monstrously,
No longer a rose PETAL.

I may boil, then boil most furiously,
Then click off automatically,
Before I sting like NETTLE.

Splutter, bubble, gurgling I be,
Then cool and calm..so peacefully ,
There I ..in fine FETTLE!

My mother was a writer.
I remember her,
papers spread out upon a bed sheet in the sand,
stacked pebbles protecting her work from the wind
as I made drip-castles at the water's edge
and braided crowns from wild poppies.
I would run to her so she could
rub grape sunscreen into my sandy shoulders
and I asked her once,
“Mama,
is that poetry?”
and she said “No little one,
you are poetry,
this only tries to be.”
and I thanked her,
and ran back to the water
to search for flat stones to skip,
and thought no more of poetry.

Life is an endless stream of strange and wonderful events
At times our sweet dreams take us to palaces being in tents
We face realities of life with harsh and sweet comments
With relentless efforts even we can't repair ugly dents

Soul makes us cry heart takes to other external extremes
From sheer darkness at times we get enlightened beams
Our unfulfilled wishes come become colorful in dreams
Men with clear intentions make teams with proud esteems

Let take a fresh start with heart and soul blank neat and clean
This is how we can **** our intentions mean to be evergreen
Be aware of evil on scene and to abolish it fully from screen
Be cheerful and realist to face reality make virtue your routine


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Love is an adventure and beauty is on the mark
Let my innocent  sweetheart  make me to spark
My love will guard your beauty just like bulwark
You are like my candle when there is sheer dark

Let be more frank to accept all follies and flaws
Let me read beauty step by step clause by clause
Being beauty of universe you get all applause
Let leave and forget about our rivals and outlaws

You are in my dreams and you are my only dream
Whenever I am dejected you dawn on me like beam
It is you who made me poet you are my only theme
My love is flowing water your beauty is like stream

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

My sweetheart when your petals kiss my lips
Being intoxicated I feel the real taste of wine
My entire body becomes my heart with love tips
Make me glow with your real delight and shine

My real friend my sweetheart let help me to glow
Your beauty and taste has taken me over to heights
There is no one in the lap of this world to show
As you touched me entire surrounding  are in lights

Beauty is love and love is beauty in their own right
Hence both mingle to declare ecstasy of the truth
With your presence my entire body glows like light
Due to prime you enjoy taste and grandeur of youth

Let me take you in my arms just for eternal embrace
Let be one for ever in life and never ever to depart
You my sweetheart like my mirror in which I see face
Be in my heart so let us communicate heart to heart

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Ticking of a forgotten clock

Broken mirror, and dusty old books-

Clutter the lifeless room

Scent of fading and falling rain;

wet the dry empty land

Touch, a shattered dream,

feel nothing now.

I am a lost memoir...