I love your supposed fraility
it appeals to me,
in your smile theres
a beckoning hint of marigolds,
your eyes are demure  
yet they catapult
waterfalls of Lisianthuses.
Your rivulet urges a suddenness
to speak your name
as though you have drawn me
I truly wonder who is  lost.

her.
        eyeless enigma.

she chasing another listener.

another one tied to fraility
   trying to face the lid-less night,

constellations swarming with his
     questions.

she.

      kindred tornado.

inspiration's explosive alleyway.

she has left me for another.

  left me here.

    sullen, chiseled out,
a hidden sculpture leaking blood.

stuffed in silk,    since the last time  

             she was here.

    where does she hide or linger?

her ghost words waiting in a unseen library waiting for my thoughts to scroll through endless imagination.

muse of the stabbing spruce.

blinking in and out.

I am dejected out into ghost town rain, not even an insect to look at.

she is gone.

my eyes void of color, claws shred the page, she left me, dulled with hangdog drift.

where is she?

shadowing a hitman?

running wild through the next Picasso ear?

how does she imagine me?

  a conflicted whisper outcasted in rain.

where. where. where did she go?

swishing leaves up into the miracle blue air with another.

towering perceptive ideas into the fingers of grace,

flowing down the anxious page smashing mediocre left and right.

**** her. bless her.

she.  

    a butterfly threading golden silk.

her mystery bonding with the population of every Galaxy.

I was rested when she left.

when she returns

  she will not recognize me.

my frazzled hair.  my hotmess trainwreck. my burned up furniture smoldering into the carpet.

Me.

on a rooftop  scrubbing through starlight like my skylight of dreams.

if I wait with patience of Job.

will she sunrise burst me

in fountain light

falling through me

like that lover who exists in the 5th dimension.

rocking my world with pure fire thunder.

I cry at the fraility of mortality
I accept all must pass
Anything is possible at any time
Thus awareness is key

Unlock the door
Storm the houses
Take captive the machinery of maya
And take a match to the floors
Let the house of austerity go up in smoke
May the winds of Nature blow the cloud away from overhead
May the shadows be cast into the light

Hoy es hoy
Ayer ya paso
Y manana nunca muestran su
Asi que hoy es la vida
Hoy es todo
Hoy es el Cielo
Hoy es el infierno
Percepcion
Circunstancia

Enviar mis saludos a los angeles caidos de antano
Que sus almas se ilumino con dulce alivio a la luz del sol de oro de ser eterno
La manana del Cielo
Se realizo hoy en la Tierra

That sweet release comes but once a lifetime
And once it comes, the revelation
Cannot be shared with others -
Each body, each soul
Must experience it for themselves...
And at that moment, all shall be known
But until then, we must make comfort and peace our objectives
Why rush?
Enjoy the ride

Just as quickly as I quiver
I bounce back into action
Slowly replacing the fraility
With ounces of relentlessness

Hurry,
Fall in love with me
while my eyes are sealed in dreams,
my defenses shackled in sheets
I have thrashed to the floor.
Fall in love with me
in my fraility,
while my bones are weak
from rattling,
before I shove your
ship from the shore
and scurry to the mountain tops,
shadowed by lingering
'almost's.
I sing no more.

I look up to the night sky with a heavy heart breathing.
It is my tears that keeps me up late at night.
Tis the stinging in my eyes that linger through the day
There be a wanting feeling beyond what i can imagine
How did it come to be?
Oh this fraility within
Why must it be?

I've stayed quite long in despair,
Lurked my fears, faked my emotions,
I've been asked by many if i was okay,
But I kept myself composed and engraved,
So many times i fell in abyss,
A different dimension with hopelessness contained,
I cried alone in the darkness,
Everytime that i was pale I'd say,'I'm okay!',
Slowly and gradually i lost my faith,
In burdening up sins and choosing to be left stained,
On losing a part of me i realized,
How alone i was and how regretful i was,
It was the emptiness in my soul that struck me hard,
It was the fraility in the choice of my words that sunk me in the dark,
Every tear that  I shed,
Every memory that i had,
All but a lie pulling me to my own death,
All the guilt that i had,
Scared of what I'd done and i how I'd face God,
I lost myself half way and the other half just faded away!

24 HOURS

Read in reverse --
cupped wingspan of a flying cloud
drinking the brightness of an evening sky ;
Blazing cascade of northern lights, shadow
spaces rare, unguessed meaning of all
that pours longing into empty places of the night.

There are nebula perhaps cradling new stars
in heaven’s secret constellations, radiance
tender and consumming --

then, a drop of sun, goss-layered gossamer
over a rippled veil of shade and light,
dawn shifting irridescense into milky
pink rose refreshes the fraility of soul.

Day’s ardent color makes promises
fading gradually into the curve
of softening dark-- the silver curve
of early moon or the pyrotechnics
of a falling star.

24 hours, a presence constantly moving on,
a marriage of day and night when earth,
moon, sun and we align.

Oh Life
Our dreams are like little moths
Taken over by our innocent wishes
With pain, pleasure and hearths
Aspire for life with all sweet dishes

What is life just an effortless effort
The end of the tither remains unknown
A pure surprise, deception and flirt
What it carries can never ever be shown

Oh life you killed me in sheer disgust
I could not reconcile with thy fraility
A sweet mixture of pure love and lust
A sham hesitation ,a quivering stability

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow

The High and the Mighty
Tough and Brawny
The Slow and the dead
Bereft inert and wasted
Two sides of the same coin.
Happy the haughty
Unleashes the bully,
deeming the other worthless.
Tearing the soul brutal.
Play the game of the top dog and underdog.
Both are clowns,neither realising the futility of  this wasted exercise.
Pin the underdog on his physical gesticulation and mental indisposition.
Alone or in a group all are of a similar type.
Lynch the fall guy .
Stooge, scapegoat , victim and prey he becomes
To the vanity he succumbs.
Technique pretty as picnic.
Humour at his fraility,
Sock his security.
Convey substance right,
Lock him in tight.
Prepense a Wrong,
Twist his arm.
Snap and he reacts
He imitates your act
It's all too simple now,
Deride him unfair and square.
He has his cross to bear.
All the while sit in a chair
Wax eloquently about calibre and compare.
He stands there  sensibilities destroyed.
Wasting and Raising the role  ,
Haul over the Coals,
Oh boy has he killed your Soul ?
The Mighty is a bully,
Always righteous.
The Weak is Cunning,
Uses all the  weapons  he can comprehend.
Shunning Pretending Obeying and even Clowning.
The Bully manipulates the  weak for control, consciously.
The fragile also wants control , manipulating himself unconsciously.
This conflict seldom ends.
Till the feeble attains strength to defend.
Defend he will once he is able to transcend,
That the Mighty pedestal he had given to is living on a pretense.
The Mighty is acting out of a deep inner lacking.
Education none. Occupation None.
Achievements None.
Courteous he is to no one
Covering his incapacity,
He tries to be Judge and Jury.
Never once ******* himself
For deep inside he has no sense of self.
Lives in a dream ,  
Destroying condemning  others dreams.
Lives the life of the Mighty,
As long as others don't see reality.
That being his only strength.
Till his time is up and fate beckons,
The world has no choice but to reckon
The irony lies in the destiny.
World is not a fair place,
For Mighty he is not .
The Frail realises too late
But can never fight fate

Unfulfilled dreams
No one an exception
Every human has some
Things they wanted to do
But never done

Reasons plenty
Usually blamed on Destiny
Convert to reality
Create the opportunity

Life led and lessons learnt
Burdens carried faced the brunt
Problems faced upfront
None left to surmount


Idea of expectancy
Lifes longevity
Some clarity
Based on fraility


Doctors prescribe
More or less correct
Time left on earth
Breaths till last breath

Time and tide
Wait for none
You no exception
Ready for the action

Things not materialized
Thought process conceptualized
From infancy till now
Dont get Into the how

Unrrealised gist
Prepare a list
To do before death
No one knows after that

Follow with zest
Complete tasks ahead
Fulfill before death
Before body under wreath

Lighten the soul
Before its journey behold
Last days on planet
Complete them rather
Than forego it

Kick the bucket metaphor
Your soul had left bedside
Nothing left beside
Things not done and unsaid

Follow your heart
Led by your thought
Fulfill the wish
The soul incomplete with
Prepare your Bucket List