he slept facing his dreams,
lost in a world that didn't feel
the kisses i gently placed along his spine
or hear the "my darling, i love you" that i breathed
into his skin.
he slept facing his dreams,
and i laid against him,
facing mine.

Omnia *** pretio.

The door slammed
like a gunshot.

His life had
just left him.

No respite.

Now he had
to learn
how to live
with a whole
new life.

It's always
something.

The moon and the stars combined as one
To reveal the beauty of the sky
While the sun stayed hidden from the darkened night
Only to soon reunify

A glimpse of hope shone in her eyes
While standing all alone
She was lost, and now was found
The Earth was her home

She had dreamt about the good old days
When there were people in her life
To wake up and only realize
It would all end with a knife

Depression always took over her
She’d fall right in its traps
But stars shine the brightest
When they’re starting to collapse

They could not sow anything else but seeds of hatred
Now what will crop up nothing less buds with blood
The next generation is of ****** thirst hounds avid
How can love overcome when nothing remains sacred

Gift of father travels through very many generations
It becomes root cause of all evils in many great nations
It corrupts worthy daughters becomes debacle for sons
When atmosphere becomes sheer dark without beckons

Prayers are destitute slogans are but just sham excuse
Only charity remains in the shape of just utter refuse
It is not possible now to inject life or confidence to infuse
Bruised minds and injured hearts will not be able to diffuse

Time can not wait for stupids to come up to the occasion
Broken donkeys are unable to carry troublesome burden
Life is a reality it is not a dream of a driven and drunken
Real pragmatic people believe in life in action and function

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow