Fear of Love!

On a chilly winter morning,

I write this love ballad

So may you dance and sing,

Celebrate the fear of love!

Solomon sang a while ago,

Love is strong as death

Its jealousy unyielding as the grave,

Who could love such a love?

A feeling no better than this,

Be loved, cared, valued and thought,

And feel the fright for your loved soul,

Who could love such a love?

In the growth of life arises this need,

To belong to someone and reduce to half,

Courage falls weak at this sight,

Who could love such a love?

As the vision travels in times ahead,

A face sparkles, a hand holds you through,

The quest for this soul began in long past,

Tell me! Who could love such a love?

The fright to loose, and be forgotten,

Lingers each day through, killing you,

The emotion is far too complex, too deep.

Who could love such a love?

I fear such a feeling, the emotion,

Exposing my deepest self,

Where love and wrath abode,

Who could love such a love? 

In the paths of the future and past,

Where the memories and visions last,

I search for a reason to still love,

And fall in the fear of this love! 

The Romantic Wreck

Sailing through many a mile,
I find no place to stretch,
enduring this world for a while,
the heart has a name to etch.

Your still seem to be my side,
the touch in my hands, on my lip,
that moment has frozen inside,
your look made my heartbeat dip.

I fell deeper in the unknown,
flying amidst the crowds, swept,
that beauty got my senses blown,
love, was the emotion now I felt.

Lost my mind, dreaming the day,
blurred vision, no path felt steady,
If love's a tragedy, as they say,
darling, you're my remedy!

~ Mr. Khan.

Photo Credits: AFOPhotography

Nebula!

She hits you like a maelstrom,
the whirling view entices the senses,
paralyzed by the vista embedded in her eyes,
like a nebula, vivid; so stellar!

Enclosed like a pearl in the oyster,
yet it feels deep as an abyss,
pulled back and gravitated by the vignette,
remains no vestige of the lost senses.

Gyrating in the grisly moment of silent clamour,
gauging the pantheist scope of the predicament,
exalted in the lyric of the heavenly fantasy,
the soul drifts in the cadence of emotion.

The heart swells, in pathos, to let out a cry,
to delve in the abstract so metamorphic,
every blink, every streak, and the cosmos,
this metaphor stands to be vindicated.
 

Photo Credits: Rapunzel

Let's Fly!

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Come let’s fly, into the sky high,

Never ask me, “Why?’

To you it may seem a lie,

But in His mighty hands I lie.

A bird soars in that sweet mist,

Let us too (two), go & have the sky kissed.

The heavens abound with beauty,

The Sun performing his last duty.

Come let’s fly, into the sky high.

The heavens, closely let’s watch,

Greatest heights together catch,

Come let us soar,

To the heights & the land abhor.

Come let’s fly, into the sky high,

In sometime die !

Fly Away ! Say Goodbye !