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archwolf-angel Feb 2017
"I can't be bought
But I can be stolen with a glance
I am worthless to one
But priceless to two
What am I?"

My breath froze in place
And time stood still
As he waited

Hazel hues quivered
Soft as ever
Gentle and meek
A smile formed with all strength

"It's love."
I answered.

He nodded with a smile
Taking a glance
And I was pampered by his gaze
His sight in place

"Exactly."*
He said.
Inspired by the riddle in the beginning, which I saw Ed Nygma used on 'Gotham'.
Happy Valentine's Day. ♡
Penthesilea Dec 2016
I always have been the second glance, but never the intense stare.
Ouch.
Mane Omsy Dec 2016
Cloud formed above with a cold shade
Walked with his heads down, humble
He put smile on every face, never fade
People adored his honesty, they mumble

Whether you disagree the fact, he told it
Said it for the grace of the people, he loved
Got the message and he put his life for it
They spat spite inspite his honesty, hated

The believers, the supporters, they failed
Couldn't help the prophet but to obey him
Never atttack back, just defend, then exiled
They sieged lands, helpless, went with him

Years later, commandments descended
Won their land back, no more bloodshed
Freed the slaves, freedom for all, but laws
Women be brave, you're safe, no more bows

Except for your God
Rabee-ul-Awwal 12 (Arabic Hijri Calendar) is the day, the leader of the Muslim Community, Prophet Muhammed (Peace Be Upon Him) born. The same day after 63 years he ascended from the world. We praise His thrive to bring peace into a Dark Aged world then. It was then people hated to have baby girls born. They were ashamed of it. They even burried them alive to hide their dignity among the others. When Islam descended on Prophet Muhammed, who, then was a honesty little lad doing the right thing and helping the poor ones, he tried his best to gather people to Islam and bring peaceful atmosphere among the evil society. Later, when God gave the permission to fight for their lands and wealth, Prophet Muhammed (s) led the society with courage and understanding. There were lots of dos and donts in their battles. To only fight against the army and not women, old people, children. Do not even destroy any trees or animals. Any houses or water sources. Fight with rules. Amid the wars they won, they freed the enslaved after a while. The slaves were delighted to see how beautiful the religion they were against was. Thousands converted to Islam and embraced the world of happiness and equality.
And as per this year it's December 12, the day He came to us and left us.
What I saw in you I just can not describe
You took me overto  in intoxicated glance
A bottle of wine which I have to imbibe
And then jubilantly just to go for a dance

You are like my taste of life I could realize
So I lost in your style and miraculous graces
My love for me remains a wonderful prize
Let me take to explore new horizons , vistas

Life is too short to explore every love avenue
So I have to hurry to see the reality of beauty
My sweetheart you are my real love my muse
Allow me to roam around in the Eden just free

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Tehreem Aug 2016
Would you love her?
If her hair fell free
Locks sway on her shoulder
Wind catches them boldly
Sunlight will invade them
Brown blaze of strands
If you could see them play
Confining her forlorn face
Would run your fingers slowly?
If she sets them free
If she let them flow
A Rapunzel is what you need?
A glance of that entangled mane
Would be enough to drive you insane?
A flaw for the world hidden and draped.
-df Jun 2016
I'm not asking for much.
I don't even need you to love me.
I just want you to glance my way.
So that just maybe you'll see that I
exist.
(-DF-06/14/16-)
A little look my way?
erin Mar 2016
tired of looking at you
and feeling my heart leave my chest as it grew

tired of looking at you
and wondering if you look at me too

tired of looking at you
and seeing a future that will never be true

tired of looking at you
and not being able to power through

tired of looking at you
and feeling myself unglue

tired of looking at you
because i never get
tired of looking at you
Vamika Sinha Apr 2016
five minutes can fit
a magnum opus of sound
between them
so believe me when i say
this
five minutes can make
a shotgun out of our two
glances
like the thickness of honey
squirted into a glass
five minutes are viscous
slowing time into drips that
entrench sweet shrapnel
of this miracle bullet
in our hearts and our
heads.

five minutes
between us

we're in love and we're
dead.
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