Needles on my skin
Needles on him
Oh god, I’m so sorry.

Etching words of love
Etching words of trust
No, don’t ever worry.

A painful conversation
A painful detonation
Darling, I’m sorry.

Little did I know
Little did he show
A misunderstanding.

Taking me to bed
It echoes in my head
“When it rains, it pours”.

But I will be okay
And you will be the same
Today was not our day.

One day, we'll  finally
fall in love with what we have been,
with who we have been.
One day we'll be finally
see beyond our flaws,
And see what we have not seen.
One day we'll say those three words,
and we'll finally mean it;
One day we'll be found, and we'll be forever lost in the idea of it.

Just one, special day apart from today,
we'll walk the same road once again
Our feets sore from a long walk,
our maps leads to one another.

It may not be today,
or in the depths of tonight
it may be not the next day after,
Or the years after that.
Or even after this lifetime that we had.
It just have to be one day.
And I'll hold on to that day.
That one day, when we don't have to wish for that one day.
And things will happen.
And you and I, will happen.

One day.

Rusty soul and dusty heart  
***** eyes with vague images  
Require cleaning to impart  
Sages not on daily wages  

But conviction and selection
  Inner need of one indeed  
Invigorates one to perfection
  Like a newly inborn seed  

Sincerity in worship is all 
 God comes down to kiss   
It is how we stall to install  
What is kindness & bliss  

God is kind to all humanity
 Considers them His family  
 Insanity touches but sanity  
He takes care on same plea

 God is kind with all mercy
  Being Master of the universe 
  He just see and foresee  
Whether constant or diverse  

Col Muhammad Khalid khan 
 Copyright 2014 Golden Glow

Body hunched over a bed
Trembling and sweating against the covers
She is trying her hardest to mend
The painful memories overwhelming her
Memory after memory
Traumatizing her completely
Into a coma in which she walks around lifelessly
Thinking of absolutely nothing
But what had been done to her
But what had happen to her

If someone would listen to her heartbeat
It speaks of the songs of heaven
Her eyes would seek for the light of the sun
Her hands would feel the touch of the love
Why would she hide all that under those covers?
Maybe, maybe those covers are the burden of the memories

I have heard the heartbeat
Felt it
It was racing
But then I wonder
Heartbeat rises in joy or in fear.
Sorrow and happiness does the opposite.
so I wonder why does she fear..
What has been done to her....

In case, she had to finally uncover herself
And now, the songs have been changed to the angry bulls trying to **** their own masters
The eyes were searching for a place to escape
And the hands were ready to **** anyone in defence
Why would she **** anyone to save herself?
Or she is scared of getting hurt?
Maybe she wants to save her loved ones!
Is that fear? Or is it vengeance?

Vendetta is fight against the world
In it u look for the world around you
Keeping a watch on things
Not hide into oneself
Is it really vengeance...I wonder

Sometimes it’s a fire burning in her eyes as if everyone is going to turn into ashes
And sometimes it is the ocean, which will take you with the flow
There is rush, there is peace, i feel she carries the whole universe within herself

Somebody said there is a whole universe even in a tiny atom
And somebody said universe is a reflection of the imagination
So I wonder what made her universe
What makes it grow fire and water in her eyes.
I wonder what has been done to her