Thorns of Soul
This world is full of tricks and fraud
Every one is after his vested interest
Every one enslaves other being lord
So sincerity being at stake to burst
Every immoral move is like a thorn
Which one to a limit can just take
Innocent are like a baby newly born
While the rascals take and partake
Soul is bruised with all such crimes
Heart is injured and but just bruised
Under this burden cry but all rhymes
Such madness makes me confused
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Black Day
Hypocrites who are after blood want to embrace the victim
They have realized that by embracing they can enter the teeth
In the necks of all those who create trouble in light so dim
So the hunters have taken now their swords in the sheath
**** ransom and innocent killings are the part of agenda
Freedom fighters pay the price in the shape of their blood
Rights have been snatched through a negative propaganda
But when legal right is stopped it surpasses all with flood
My brethren of Kashmir cruel clutches are about to break
Your sincere struggle will bear the fruit just as full freedom
You have shaken the very roots of cruelty to take partake
Breeze of freedom will embrace you after life troublesome
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

long hair cut short.
apology after apology.
jackets often worn,
if not, sweaters or
long-sleeved tops.
anti-social,
not because
i hate people,
but i fear they hate me.
isolation in my bed,
sometimes,
panic attacks
in the bathroom.
constant overthinking,
whether 3 am or 3 pm.
scribbles thoughts
into poems,
but hides them.
pushes away,
even though i want
to pull them closer.

I am a woman , I should be timid - They say
I am a human , I know no limit  - I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
Crushing me is not a sign of your triumphant,

My love for you has always been abundant
Why am I the one to make all the adjustments,

Look into my eyes , you'll see a twinkle
Savaging it , is so sinful,

My demand for freedom makes you reluctant
Clothed in societal norms , I have to bear its repercussion,

How are the governing laws so different for Both
What makes you so nervous of my growth,

Why do I have to fight for what is my right
Why do you enjoy my plight,


Being submissive is declared my attire
No one hears what my heart desires,

I am not the one to dance on your note
I am a volcano that erupts on my own,

I don't demand anything extraordinary
All I seek is equality,

Equality to Breathe without fear
Equality to be safe my dear!!!!!

For if I told you that I love you
Anywhere but my poetry
It would give you the power
To walk away.
So for now I will write
'Til the pen falls from my hand.
Never not loving you
And never not denying it.

- p. winter