My daughter was shouting on me for a cause She was correcting my flaw just clause by clause I was just listening to her interpretation of laws I thought I was collecting straws in flower vase
The matter pertained to my brother's widow Who left us on the tricks of her father and family And initiated a bogus case in the court to flow To sail in her stream on our cost to be totally free
I was for her being sole inheritor of my brother As the rules of army are clear and fair on subject So why to keep her and ourselves on the altar We should be love sparing not in contempt strict
Then idea got full support from my daughter That will of God is supreme to take its own path Hence we should be right not to be defaulter We should aspire for mercy and not for the wrath
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Through the stormy desert Your thirst staggered for days, And ends up sipping Fresh experiences as consolation. An ocean of memories inside heart Constantly combusts like wild flames, Yet seems so peaceful Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano. You believed in my words, that, One can't grow larger than sun, Or be more skillful than Orion, Weaving luminosity over The edge of eastern horizon. But one can be the daisy in a vase Who dreams every night of blooming Like a star, with shimmering aura, Writing fates of humans, As if she can pick them, pluck them now, From life, whenever she wishes. We are all like her, Craving for a virgin dream to live with. And in the mirror of life, Trying to reflect it time after time.
A flower, An accent, Distinguished appeal. You are the vase, Your love, the water, The nourishment, Which keeps this flower, From wilting. Without you, I would not live as long, I could not be, as strong. You contain, everything I need To live a fulfilled life, Within your exterior. I only wish, to get inside, To attain, what is in you, That keeps me alive. For this reason, I stay. I feed off of you, While I keep you full, With me, you are whole. A give, and a take, Without any mistakes, This, may be our fate. We could be, soul-mates.
He lets me place my hands on his cheeks And what I mean by that is He doesn't hit me when I bother him with my affection He lets me travel my hands gently to his chest During my slow and careful inspection It starts with them trembling against the scruff on his cheeks He says he needs to shave I say he needs to let it grow I run my fingers across the peaks of his eyebrows He relaxes his tense muscles slowly under my touch I feel an influx of emotions as I begin to understand This man loves me I'm tracing every inch of him into my brain Because love like this can never be attained twice The way he lets me be myself is something I am unaccustomed to It is something which I am still adjusting to My hands become more confident They explore his arms, the ones that hold me He holds me delicately as if I am a paper bird And he does not wish to crumple or fold me I tell him I am not fragile He says he is aware He says he knows how much I like it When he pulls my hair I ignore his sly comment and continue my journey Whoever came before does not concern me I know I am his I am comfortable in this
My pieces lie on the floor. I am battered and broken. I once was whole and beautiful. I am now torn asunder. I came from sand and was wrought in fire. Now by violence I am broken. What I was can never be again. What will become of me is still unclear. My heart is scarcely able to beat. I find it hard to breathe. I am not sure that I can be mended, what is to become of me. These thoughts run through my mind as I stand over a shattered vase. Like the vessel that once stood beautifully, I am broken and do not know if I can ever be whole again.
